My father hung himself my freshman year of High school after my mother was commited multiple times to psychiatric wards and they divorced when I was 5 years old. He had problems with drinking booze everyday, like many people back then. He became very much in debt and he was ostrasized by many members of our family. I had to walk the halls of a 2000 kid high school with all this baggage while living with my grandparents and my mother would steal my SSI checks from my fathers death. She moved away when I was 10. Once it all became too much and my math teacher asked me why I had run out of the class in tears. I couldn't articluate inbetween my tears and confusion was all I could communicate to him. He told me he was there to help me have a better future, that's it. Odviously not to coddle me. I gave up on seeking help around then, until it was a necessity. Then I asked for help from nurses and people who also had broken hearts, and knew how to talk to me. I stabilized after many years of inner desolation, unbearable at times. Thanks for reading this :I