“You’re sick, you need help,” he screamed as he stormed off, the slamming door a slap across my face.
If you know that*, then why wont you help me. Why wont you stay. Instead you walk out. You leave me alone. Just like every body else. Everybody who I ever loved did just that. Like I don’t mean anything to them. No one needs me. I’m not worth staying for. Too much of a problem to love. If you love me, you wont say things like clear out the trash or I’ll clear myself out. I’m trying. Can’t you see that. But every time I pick something up, I freeze in panic. What if I need it some day and then it won’t be there. How can I get rid of these things? I need them.
Please. Please don’t leave me. Not you too. Come back. I swear I’ll clean up this place.
Soon.
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge of 24th November 2017
*Hoarding Disorder is a form of OCD, and can be quite debilitating, seriously and adversely affect the person’s health and social functioning.
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This felt authentic. I liked it
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Thank you
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Sadly real.
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Indeed. Thank you for reading.
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Oh, that hurt. So sad, but so believable. I could imagine that it would be difficult for being ‘in love’ to blossom into a love that would be lifelong.
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Thank you for sharing her feelings
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Such a sad story! Yet surely this sort of thing happens. We all have to learn to compromise with the people we learn to love.
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Sometimes we just don’t realise that the people beside us need help and not criticism. Thank you for reading.
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So terribly sad…
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A shame is not more understanding and wiling to help. Nice take on the prompt.
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Sometimes it’s hard to see what is right before your eyes. We always imagine that emotional and psychological problems happen only to others and not us.
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Mental illness comes in many forms, and this was an authentic voice.
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Glad I could convey her frustration. Thank you.
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Dear Sheena,
I felt her frustration, fear and despair. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. Shalom.
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