
I know exactly how this feels. I’ve always felt like a pathetic waste of space for my dad. I tried so hard until I hinted I felt something was wrong and finally got diagnosed with anxiety and depression. Dad’s are so oblivious to their kid’s mental health. My dad said multiple times that he didn’t even notice anything wrong with my mental health, and he never knew how I felt. There was one argument we had where I broke down crying and asking him if he even likes me at all, because the way he…
… treated me made me feel like a waste of space sometimes. That got him thinking a little, and sure he slips. Once he told me to go die since I don’t do anything for society… there have been so many hard things in life that I felt like dying. I’m still here, obvi, because I couldn’t bear making people grieve for me. I was also too scared to even try. What I’m trying to say is that I understand you, and you’re not alone. Talking about things really helps, so if you’d like to vent just dm me :)