A few days ago I went to stay with my sister, just for the weekend. It was the most safe and calm I've ever felt. I didnt feel like a burden or a problem for once. I didnt feel like an inconvenience. Now, im back home. The small little things destroy me. All it took was a specific tone, and now I feel like a shell. I cried for hours upon hours yesterday. I cried for so long and so hard I made myself sick. I cried myself to sleep. I dont even remember the last time I ever cried like that. My sister even reached out to me, saying If I ever needed a break from home, that she'd find time to come get me. I feel like for once, im actually being seen and heard. I even told my boyfriend about what's been on my mind. Hes always so supportive. In a way, I feel like my siblings might be realizing just how bad home has gotten. Granted, its a bit late since im an adult, but at least they're here for me now. After all these years, I finally feel wanted, but its crushing.