I Wish They Knew…

I wish the friends I had growing up and in my twenties knew how difficult my life was back then. I wish they knew that I had to be a caregiver, a maid, an adult-all starting at age 8. I wish they knew how badly I suffered with panic and anxiety. I wish they knew that I may have acted angry and irrationally because I did not know how to process my emotions. I wish that I can take back the way I acted. But, I wish they knew that I’m okay and I could have ended up far worse. I am not a criminal or a prostitute. I have an education and a good job. I am sensitive yes, but I can function. I wish they knew that depression is a disease and that everyday I fight to get out of bed. One day they will contact me again, I think.