Clarification.

I used to be fucked up like mother until recently.

But I did the work and learnt to cope and deal with things, hence I’m able to handle things now.

I asked mother many times to take help so that she can work on herself too. But she refused because of the stigma.

My parents need to change and work on themselves a lot.

Honestly, I don’t want to be a part of this narrative.

A part of me is dead inside living in this house and I guess it will be till I die.

What the world did to me and is continuing to do with no end is inhuman attrocity.