I try, but having hate from the people who should love and cherish you no matter what really breaks a person. My entire family is a big den of Tasmanian devils, we're all fighting and the hate suffocates us. I'm not even kidding you when I say people in my family tree have gone to court because other members made up lies.
I try my hardest to be the bigger person, but hugging the person who yells at me until I'm coughing blood and uses my fears against me... It seems impossible.
I'm at a point where I would wish to be in foster care.
I know I'm blessed to have a family at all, to have a roof over my head and food on the table when needed, but it's torture anymore.