In a short summary,
I have an alcoholic mother and a misogynistic father (to say the very least). They used to be good people, then they met each other got married and had 4 kids. It’s destroyed them and us, children. 

I finally started college back in August. Had the worst 9 months ever but I’ve slowly gotten back on my feet. It was all health issue related. It’s awful to be gaslit by the medical community and your own family. But I’m proud of myself. I pulled through and I’m still going…kind of. I’m back home for the summer and I feel like an outcast at home. I suppose this is growing up? My siblings who I used to adore and love…I feel like I don’t know them anymore. No one in my family has any idea how traumatizing the whole health issue ordeal has been for me. I find it difficult to continue supporting my parents especially after the verbal abuse and lies when I was growing up.  It’s unfortunate to be financially dependent, but I suppose it’s good I have a fall back…I’ve changed as a person throughout this whole year, only to come home and forget that my family is still the same. They haven’t grown, changed, or matured, especially my parents who need it the most. They’re just the same. I feel like a ghost of my former self and I’m okay with it. I think. I wish others realized it’s alright to grow and change. That’s part of life, I’ve come to learn.   That’s just my thoughts of today.