Today, I finally worked up the courage to tell my dad about my worries for my mental health. He then told me about the tracking device the aliens had implanted in his hand when they abducted him. There's nothing like family. FML
OP here. Just to clarify a few things, my dad started telling me about the aliens BEFORE I could even start telling him my own concerns, so the coincidence was quite funny, if sad. I decided that perhaps it wasn't actually the best time to bring up mental health.
And for those who are worried, I am already getting professional help and on medication. It simply doesn't magically fix everything the way I wish it would!
And for those who are worried, I am already getting professional help and on medication. It simply doesn't magically fix everything the way I wish it would!