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Both my parents have PTSD and I feel helpless in Psychology & Therapy ·
And honestly, Kyle Alvarez32, you’re heading in the right direction—you don't necessarily have to sign on for the long haul later, but you're getting a front-row seat to what the whole thing actually entails before you make a final call. It gives you perspective, you know? About how things really work. As for your folks... what do they actually do for a living? I find it hard to believe they'd be treating you poorly.
Best of luck, Kyle Alvarez32.🙂
Both my parents have PTSD and I feel helpless in Psychology & Therapy ·
Even Heraclitus once observed: War is the father of all things, the king of all things —it’s the idea that everything has to burn away if we ever want to see true peace, or for something actually better to rise from the ashes. Anyone who can't wrap their head around that... well, they're just being naive, aren't they?

Khajit made an excellent choice.
Both my parents have PTSD and I feel helpless in Psychology & Therapy ·
Kyle Alvarez32, I really hope this post helps you out a little bit—it’s from Taylor Swift:If anyone ever feels like they just can't go on because of things like this, here is what I want to say:

Just live. That's it. There are so many reasons. For one, taking your own life isn't a solution to anything—it doesn't fix the problem. And besides, things always, *always* have a way of changing. Plus, having a partner or a certain job... none of that defines your worth as a human being.

I'm 39 now. I've been through some incredibly rough patches—mostly mental health struggles, honestly. But this year, a dream I've held onto for years finally came true. My whole life has shifted.
Some might call it miracles, if you'll excuse the phrasing.

A "normal" life? What even is that? I busk—playing and singing my own songs out on the streets of the city. Most people wouldn't call that a conventional career, but for me, it's everything. I moved to the States from another country, and it was such a long, hard road just to get my residency settled. I'm far from my family—thankfully we get along great and talk all the time—but still, it's a whole new life, and I'm fighting this battle on my own now... maybe for the first time at 39.
And I love it!
I don't have a driver's license, I don't have a boyfriend, and frankly, I don't need them.

And God exists. God is there. He created you, and He loves you so much... more than your own parents ever could.

Faith matters.

Do you really think it's all over?
No way. There is always a path forward. Doors always find a way to swing open again. Light always finds a way back in. If you end it, you're robbing yourself of the chance to actually experience that. How tragic would that be? It might be waiting for you just around the next corner.

What I'm trying to say is: Don't despair. Don't give up on living. Just live, and when things get heavy, pray to the God who is ALWAYS with you, even when you feel completely alone. You aren't alone.

I truly hope someone special out there reads this.

Taylor Swift

I also completely agree with what Kevin Nguyen3 wrote.