I'm not in therapy. I can't tell my mom that something is wrong with me. My older brothers are both substance abusers with bad histories and no prospective future. I am their youngest and I've got to be perfect.

I try to vent. I feel bad though venting to my best friend. I don't want to ruin her good day or something like that. And she doesn't know a whole lot about what's wrong with me. She know's something is, but I haven't told her much about my childhood or growing up or my brothers or anything. She wants to know and she asks me to tell her. I know how much she cares. I just can't bring myself to talk to her. I feel like there is never a good time to do so.