It all started years ago when I was 8, my brother was always making fun of my weight and hitting me whenever he didn't get his way. I was scared of him and hated myself whenever I ate. He was being bullied at the time and definetely has mental issues. But I also loved him, but also hated him.
Fast forward to 2020, he took lsd and started doing alchahol. I hate the feeling of hopelessnes and dread whenever my brother comes home drunk. He gets aggresive and threatens to kill himself. Whenever I start to feel the slightest bit of hapiness it's crushed by him. Recently, he has become more violent and aggressive without any alcahol or over very small reasons. He's doing therapy but I'm still very scared of him. I stand up for myself but he's 17 so he could hurt me badly very easily. I have no friends. I can't talk to my mom because she acts as if it's all no big deal. I'm scared he might kill or badly injure me someday. I hate being scared every day. I want to run away or live in a boarding school or anything to get away from home.
Fast forward to 2020, he took lsd and started doing alchahol. I hate the feeling of hopelessnes and dread whenever my brother comes home drunk. He gets aggresive and threatens to kill himself. Whenever I start to feel the slightest bit of hapiness it's crushed by him. Recently, he has become more violent and aggressive without any alcahol or over very small reasons. He's doing therapy but I'm still very scared of him. I stand up for myself but he's 17 so he could hurt me badly very easily. I have no friends. I can't talk to my mom because she acts as if it's all no big deal. I'm scared he might kill or badly injure me someday. I hate being scared every day. I want to run away or live in a boarding school or anything to get away from home.
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