My parents and everyone around me always tell me that I'm just being melodramatic, that I'm just being overly dramatic. That none of these things are actually happening and I'm just pretending them. I'm not fucking insane! I'm not imagining all this pain! Fuck, all that it does is make it worse. But, what if.
What if they're right. I'm just an over dramatic teenager who's anxiety levels are so high she makes up all these terrible things that are happening so there's a reason to panic. I still swear there's a monster in the attic. I can't leave my light off at night. Fuck, my parents have to leave on the Living Room light just so I can sleep. I'm sure a rapist is going to burst the bathroom doors every time I'm in there. So maybe they are right. Maybe I am a liar. Maybe I am a fuck-up, irresponsible monster. But I'll promise you this, the monsters in my head are real.