(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
There are a lot of people out there who need a behavior coach, extensive therapy and a psychiatrist but do not take it up.
In my span of 31 years, I’ve come across so many of them like that that my mind is fucked now. I have been completely traumatized and mentally assaulted by their behavior. I’ve either dated them, been friends with them or worked with them because of my series of bad luck.
I’m astonished how people go about their daily life like that without seeking help, when people like me who happened to be in touch with them got fucked and am now seeking help. I’ve learnt that everyone has past trauma, everyone has insecurities, everyone has something that they deal with and everyone are selfish and egoistic but what is not right is projecting it onto someone who gets close to them, which people in my past did time and time again.
My mind gets so fucked when I think about the things they did to me that I am unable to go on in my day to day life sometimes. It’s mainly my fault because I held on even though they took off their mask and I saw a glimpse of joker, I held on even though they constantly treated me like a doormat, I held on because I didn’t learn self respect back then.
Their manipulations, their egoistic behavior and their selfishness has broken me into pieces in the past because the world has been oblivious to their true colors. Everyone wanted to benefit out of me but no one really cared. The world saw them as innocent when actually that was their mask. When I saw beyond the mask and called out their shit the world pushed me down. Why though? Because no one really considers to ask me my side of the story or my POV and assume that it was my fault because I’m silent and they blame it on my mind. That is the hard truth of life.
Hence I take up therapy and see a psychiatrist because of the people who actually need it. My mind has been so fucked because of their words and behavior that I seek help because I am not ashamed of taking up help when I need it.
rachana rajan <3 