I open up to my therapist. Honestly, it seems like a futile attempt to try to talk to people about the severity of both of my parents deaths. I told one of my older friends about my past, and he no longer is my friend. I think we grew apart. My story is just too horrific for people to lend any words of encouragement.
The good things is that I am starting actually believe that my father passed away. It's crazy because he passed away ten years ago and it's still hard to grasp. When I lost my mother when I was 15, I was able to handle it, but when my father passed away two years later unexpectedly, I didn't know what to think anymore. I may be coming out of a state of shock by talking to my therapist and taking it easy. After my father died, my focus was succeeding. I didn't even think about grieving. I thought it was a waste of time because I already lost my mother.
I'm starting to realize that my living situation exists without my father. I sort of feel like I am becoming more of my own man every day even though I have lived on my own for six years. Getting back to a normal life after the events is something I have to process. It wasn't just this. After my father's death, my older brother became a drug addict. The way he behaved was horrible. I rarely speak to him now. Also, a gay man tried to get me to do gay things with him. I didn't want to be violated like that.
Because all those things happened, I had a breakdown six years ago. I wasn't able to keep a relationship with some of my best friends because they were moving on. They have entered into the life that I want to be in. However, it seems like it won't be right because of my past. There's always a feeling that I've gone through too much that I won't be able to live a normal life. However, I'm healing every day. People grieve and they can recover. I trust in my human aspect. Sometimes it takes a lot of time to recover, but people are resilient. Hopefully, one day, I'll be completely open again. This time around, I'll be completely open in a smarter way.