having a dysfunctional family sucks. idk what i’m supposed to do anymore. i love my siblings, and they love me, but sometimes it feels like in the end, we’re all just the result of our traumas. i think a lot about what could’ve been. if we all grew up in a healthy home. if our biological parents grew up in a healthy home. if they never got into drugs, or if they got the help they needed. if we were adopted into a different family, or if our adoptive parents cared just a little bit more. i feel like we were always doomed from the start. mental illness, personality disorders, physical disabilities. i wish i could escape this family and be my own person, and i am, but i feel like i have nothing without them. it hurts to be around them but i hate being alone more than anything.