As hard as it is Yearning, I think being aware that your family is unhealthy and having your writing reflect that is actually healthy in a way. Growing up I was told I was a lucky child and very loved. On the surface it might have seemed that way too, if you ignored my behaviors. Until very recently I thought it was something that was just wrong with me.
My stories were mostly about running away and taking control of my own life, and sometimes caring for younger siblings (I'm an only). It seems dangerous to me to have somebody who cares for me somehow...

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