by Logan, 13
Father.
A word that taunted me for years but seemed to give everyone around me an immense sense of joy.
I would ask myself constantly, “Why don’t I feel the same?” I knew why and I would remind myself what I had been taught about my feelings. They’re insignificant. My feelings and what I knew were just because I’m a teenager and “every teenager hates their parents.” But I didn’t hate my parents– at least not my Mother who had worked so hard to be OK.
Not only did I have depression, which made me feel like … Read more...