I know my family loves me. I love them too. But most of the people in my life don’t treat me like I’m important. They don’t want to hear when I’m hurting. When I was 18 and told my parents I was going to therapy because I was cutting myself, they said oh and never mentioned it again. That’s one small example of things that happen regularly. So for most of my life, I have just wanted to run away and start over where no one knows me so that I don’t have to pretend that the people who “love” me hurt me (emotionally) on a daily basis. I can’t afford to take my cats with me if I leave and that’s the only reason I haven’t. One day, I’ll have a way to take them with me, and I’ll start over without any one.I know it’s going to hurt pretty much everyone in my life, but I can’t bring myself to care.