I'm not sure. When I think about it, all I can think about is all the times I've reached out for help and the horrible ways I've been treated. Like I'm wrong. I shouldn't exist. Maybe it's just that people don't know how to respond. Everything is fine as long as I hide who I am. Don't share my past, don't get too close, don't ask for help. Cause once I do, people don't know how to handle it. Then I feel like some monster. Wrong.