Life isn’t getting any better for some reason.

It feels suffocating to be here and continue pretending that nothing’s wrong.

Lately, I keep on asking myself how my family saw nothing worrying about me and just accepts that this is who I am. Accepting is not the same as wanting someone to get better.

It’s as if they want to force their ideals on me, instead of actually looking at the bigger picture and asking questions regarding my mental condition.

I feel like I’m regressing.

I’m trying not to, but self-diagnosing and medicating doesn’t work on someone who’s clueless about their condition.

I feel like I can’t catch up to the standards of what’s “normal” today. And it’s getting hard to hide that side of my true self that is somehow... mentally younger than they should be.

I’m becoming too immature for my age. And I don’t know what else to do except get professional help. My family isn’t going to cure this any time soon. They’ll probably make it worse by turning a blind eye on it.