The forking path

I’ve always had this forked path in my head about my nephew. In one direction, I’m alive and giving him advice and helping to be a person he can open up to considering I know our family’s vast mental health problems. However, the other path is from other members of the family telling my nephew about me in past tense.

I try not to focus on that path very much because I know why I think it. Sometimes, I worry that my mental health will decline and instead of getting help, I’ll feel worthless and ride the boat to Hades.

Sometimes, I worry that pictures of me will be the only way he knows what I look like. The videos I’ve taken of him or the ones taken of me are the only way he knows how I sound. Or the tales told of me are his view into my psyche.

Published by iffybiffy

Hi! I started this blog to talk about exploring deeper into my mental health! I tend to understand things better as I write or type them down so there are time where things may not make sense to you but, fear not, it's just me understanding things. if you would like to get in contact with me, email me at See you online-

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