I have always seemed like the happy one of my family. No one notices things that they don’t want to. In September 2015, I jumped off of a freeway overpass. I was in the hospital for over a month. I will have lasting impressions of the injuries I sustained for the rest of my life.
TheHopeLine has been here for me when I needed someone to talk to.
My family doesn’t want to talk about it. My brother calls me the family cripple. My family views me as disabled. I might have a limp, and I might be depressed, but that does not make me any less of a person. I am embarrassed to say that I need help from my family, because it has been made into something to be ashamed of.
Thank you TheHopeLine, for being the one place that I can go to talk.