You know that feeling when you watch someone have a breakdown? Like for real, just fall on their knees and scream on the top of their lungs. I’m not gonna go into details, but I watched and heard my stepbrother do that today. I knew I couldn’t say anything, so I chose to leave the room. I didn’t get what happened, I just heard my stepdad scream “Get up!” “GET UP!” from the other side of the wall. Is it weird that I felt his pain? That I’ve actually felt his pain, in the same scenario at his age? Tell me why no matter what you do, no matter how great you feel, why does it all go away in one moment? That’s all it takes. One moment. One more moment to break you. One more moment to lose yourself. And when that moment comes, the people around you lose something too. They see the ugly in you, and you feel exposed. Like it’s never going to be any different than that moment. Why do some of us struggle more than others?
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