teks: Hi everyone. My story is simple. I am the black sheep of the family. Black meaning always being accused when something bad happens. Accused without investigation. Yes, I was naughty before. I liked to rebel. But I have feelings. My patience has a limit. I am not an angel. Every day, my ears are filled with curses from my own mother. I am scolded and berated without considering how I feel. Sometimes, I become a disobedient child. My patience has a limit, oh my mother. Things that can be discussed in a good manner can be replaced with words of insults and scolding that I feel are unnecessary. What did I do wrong? Am I that bad?
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psychiatric or mental illness