My sister
The thing I hate most about my mental illness is how it affects the relationships I have with those I love. I have a younger sister, she’s eight and I’m twenty two. I don’t go home much anymore, I have an apartment so I don’t need to, but I miss my family terribly and they only live twenty minutes away. I especially miss my sister, who I would do anything for. However, I’m too afraid to go home, fearing I’ll have an episode there, she is too young to understand what’s going on and she looks up to me. I would rather be a wonderful idea/memory to her than something that is confusing and frustrating currently. When she gets a little older I won’t be so distant because she’ll be able to understand better,but i don’t want to put her through something like this now, I love her too much for that, Iwould rather remove myself from her life at the moment and love her from afar than put her through this. I hope she’ll understand when she’s older and hope beyond hope she’s been spared having a mental illness herself. I don’t want her to go through what I’ve gone thorugh and am going through.
