If someone asked me if I was okay I would tell them no. I would say “How would I be okay when I have no friends, I’m in major debt, even my brothers don’t want to spend time with me.”
But no one asks me if I’m okay. Why? Because I have no friends and my family doesn’t care. No one cares. The only person who has asked me how I am in the last several months is my therapist.
I can’t even name the last time I was hugged by anyone other than family. And even that is unusual.
I have no one to talk to that I don’t have to pay. And this.
I wish I just had someone to talk to.