Learning you have something wrong going on inside of your brain is hard. Especially when people you never really knew come out of the woodwork and suddenly want to help. The voices in my head weren’t real and I was only coming to terms with that, but I just wished people stopped thinking they could “protect” me. My dad, he tried. He really did when he came back into my life. Hell, he didn’t even know I existed because my bitch mother failed to tell him. But still, I couldn’t help but blame him because she had made me this way. Like I owed her something. I didn’t want his help.