Dear Mental Illness

Dear Codependent Personality Disorder and Gender Identity Disorder

What a bunch of friends you are. I don’t want to care about myself, but I want to kill myself, and, still yet, I identify as something those around me would not accept.

I had no self esteem to begin with, (it’s been a whole year as of yesterday) and I have even less now that I understand why I don’t feel like I fit in. I’m not a physically a boy. I’m not mentally a girl. And I can’t even figure out my sexuality.

Thanks. I used to know who I was.

Now I have no idea. You’ve consumed me.