I empathize, even with the few true friends I have, I hide my pain from them. I tend to keep to myself when I really need a shoulder to cry on. My mother passed away almost two years ago. A homeless woman I have grown to love as a step-daughter is dear to me. Three months ago she was with me and I started to mourn over my mother. I started crying in my step-daughter's shoulder and she told me to stop crying. That hurt so much that I have lost the ability to cry.

Remember you are not alone. I've been diagnosed with Borderline Schizotypal Personality Disorder. I know some people that know me may no longer want to be around me. It's ok. I am used to being alone. Just remember You are special, you have a purpose, and you are loved. Peace be with you