Ahh, the good ol’ family unit. Appearances are not always as they seem, though, as illustrated by Game of Thrones and pretty much every book ever.
Whether you’re a Stark or a Lannister doesn’t matter; every family has skeletons in their closets. Some skeletons are shaped like prison dads, some skeletons look like sexual assault victims, and some may be addicted to drugs or abusing alcohol. Either way, that closet is shrouded in shame. I freaking HATE that!
Dealing with these spooky, creepy skeletons is exactly how families learn to survive. Get those bones out of the closet and deal with them. The thing is, people, good people like you, have experienced horrific atrocities, sometimes with almost the exact same story. Empathizing and realizing that you are NOT the only person with skeletons is the key to getting through your crisis.
after I was sitting alone in my home not knowing who hated me (because the hate mail was anonymous) or who was only pretending to care about me, I became despondent. I wore a path between my bed, the fridge and the computer. Despite what you might think, you can’t find the meaning to life searching Pinterest.
I had to take action to get my life back. All the while a voice in my head kept saying “Dude, it’s over. All you have left is to kill yourself.” Seriously I am not inserting melodramatic copy here for effect, I seriously thought that suicide was one of my available options. WTF?
Living with a family issue is hard-core. Divorce is hard core. Infidelity is hard core. Drug dependency is hard core.
Before you kill off the characters of your family’s book, seek help for them. For yourself.
Sometimes family issues suck, I help them suck less.