I was never praised. I am in a Christian family, my father is a pastor and my mother is a church leader.
They never knew I had depression, they never knew I had anxiety because why would they.
They scolded me whenever I cried and I would get scolded for having a panic attack.
I had one day, and my mom told me that I didn’t pray enough, that’s the problem why I kept having these attacks.
I had good grades, but it was never enough, I was even a scholar. But of course, you’re never enough.
My sister wasn’t better. She would always act like a 12 year old even though she was 10+ years older than me.
She always blames me when she makes mistakes and to not piss them all off, I have to pretend like I’m okay.
I hope I get out of this house someday. I still believe in God btw. I know they don’t approve of this kind of behavior
I know well enough to separate their actions from the God I believe in.
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