My Truth of bearing the weight

hi there

I've had a difficult beginning but it’s gradually getting better. I have gone through my parents separating and my dad and step mum breaking up. This was difficult to go through. I have one distinct memory - my step mum and my dad were arguing, my sister and step sister and step brother were all crying in my room, all of us huddled up. I was the eldest so always felt this pressure I set on myself to keep a good face not cry, not let it out but help my siblings. This was extremely difficult to do. It took all my effort and willpower not to cry and to focus on my siblings. This obviously was hard on me giving me issues like recurring headache and needing to cry where nobody saw. I never cried when the parents argued because if I were to cry my siblings may feel worse than they already did. I was seven at this time this has stuck with me for many years and Im only now coming out about it in a place I feel safe. This is my truth and its time I didn't hide


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