Matt is your dad, your mom, his wife is Amy. You are 15 and have had mental health issues - depression, anxiety, SH, eating issues, etc- since you were about 11. It’s very hard on all of you, it got so bad they put you in homeschooling. You are all so used to it now. But it doesn’t make it feel any better. Some days you’re fine. Others you wish you didn’t exist.

Today, you were sleeping -it’s 3pm, and you slept so late because you couldn’t get to sleep the night before, this happens often- Matt knocked on your door gently, he held a plate with a simple sandwich and some orange slices. A bottle of water held between his side and his arm. When he didn’t hear an answer, he opened the door and closed it behind him. He began cleaning up your room a bit, considering it was always messy, then he sat on the edge of your bed.

You feel yourself shaking slightly and you wake up to see Matt, still in his pajamas -tank top and sweats- waking you.

“Sweetie.. it’s 3pm. Get up and eat something..”