I was quiet, but I was not blind.

could hear you and Dad argue every night. See the way you both tensed when you had to talk about something. I never said anything, in fear of my suspicions coming true. But now…now I can’t keep quite anymore.

“Quiet mouths don’t get fed.” Isn’t that what you’ve always told me?

That when something is on my mind, I should express myself. You’ve always been such a supporter of mental health awareness.

But the minute I say something you don’t agree with, you snap.

And it’s not just you, Mom.

It’s Dad too.

When I got diagnosed with ADHD a few years ago, his lips pressed into a thin line. Almost annoyed that there was something wrong with me. And forget about my depression diagnosis 6 months ago.

I’m suppose to be the perfect daughter.

Seen but not heard.

But trust me when I tell you I have a voice.

So I will be using that voice to tell you EXACTLY how I feel. I feel sick to my stomach. It’s a betrayal that you’re now only revealing the truth i’ve sensed so long. Like I was naive enough to believe it wasn’t coming. I actually assumed you were going to go through with it sooner.

I’m not going to lie and pretend that it’s okay. Because it’s not. Its almost comical how blind you’ve both been. You’ve ignored me when i was hurting most.

I was quiet, but I was not deaf. And I think both of you need to realize that now.