I’M TOO UNCOMFORTABLE TALKING ABOUT MY HOUSE

by Anonymous

I’m too uncomfortable to talk about my house. I don’t need people to know where I live.

It’s not like I was abused there or anything, it used to be a safe space for me when I was a kid, but instances from the outside just made it so it affects the way I live. I like my home, feel nostalgic living in the downstairs room.

My room was the biggest, and it was full of color. The walls were green, and sometimes the only light that would come in is the window since I’m scared of bright light.

But, I’m just not there anymore, my room had to be trashed for reasons, it’s something that would give my parents traumatic memories.

I don’t even know if I can be upstairs. I want to to my homework, but I’m so scared to sleep, Sometimes I just can’t eat.

Sometimes I use the bathroom for too long and it just gets to me.

When I was younger I was a lot more comfortable, I could sleep on my own and do things, but now I need to be around my parents because I’ve been taken and ridiculed from the outside countless times.

I just don’t want to describe my home since no one needs to know about it and I don’t need people to set expectations.

Home might be my safe space, but it’s best for you not to know about it.