
BitterlyAlive
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- Apr 8, 2020
- 1,634
Fuck. You. I've been told that multiple times by my parents all year. My mom and I got in a fight and she "pointed out" that: I haven't changed all year, I don't leave my room, shower, want to be around people, want to hang out with anyone. Then she said I "work when I want to and call in when I don't", and bitched because I "leave early". She said that me not wanting anything in life is just a "cop-out", an excuse. Really? Because it's been my life for as long as I can remember. Literally my whole life since I was a kid is struggling to meet expectations and trying to not kill myself. I hate life and truly don't want anything. But sure, I'm just making excuses.
I was so angry, I told her to shut up a few times. My parents have made no effort to help or understand what I've been going through for so damn long. Everything is my problem, my fault. I'm 23, what the fuck am I doing? They've said that too, like I'm unaware that I'm an immature piece of shit who has nothing. Being told that "I don't know what they've been through" is bullshit and makes what I'm going through all about them. Being told that I'm making excuses and being lazy when I'm giving honest answers is rude as hell. Being yelled at for not being able to manage my depression, despite working my ass off for years to change it and fix myself, and continually trying meds and therapy.... And then being told I shouldn't be rude and they don't need to walk on eggshells around me?
They act like I'm just choosing to stay at home instead of work. I stay at home when I can't fucking get out of bed, haven't slept in 24 hours, am in too much emotional pain to do anything. I don't "leave early", my boss sends me home because I have breakdowns and literally cannot do my job. Did they forget I was so anxious and stressed last weekend that I couldn't MOVE?
Things are getting more out of control. My job has put me on leave until my therapist thinks I'm able to work again, and all my mom has to say is "okay now what? You can't just lay around." Fuck my shame and embarrassment at being told I'm unable to work, right? Yup, this whole year has been a plot to mooch off of people and do nothing.
I guess at this rate I have no choice but to try a partial hospitalization program. But I still want to die, and it's more about me than my parents. I'm still planning on killing myself in November. I've been suffering with this shit for years and years, and I'm done. I can't do it anymore.
I was so angry, I told her to shut up a few times. My parents have made no effort to help or understand what I've been going through for so damn long. Everything is my problem, my fault. I'm 23, what the fuck am I doing? They've said that too, like I'm unaware that I'm an immature piece of shit who has nothing. Being told that "I don't know what they've been through" is bullshit and makes what I'm going through all about them. Being told that I'm making excuses and being lazy when I'm giving honest answers is rude as hell. Being yelled at for not being able to manage my depression, despite working my ass off for years to change it and fix myself, and continually trying meds and therapy.... And then being told I shouldn't be rude and they don't need to walk on eggshells around me?
They act like I'm just choosing to stay at home instead of work. I stay at home when I can't fucking get out of bed, haven't slept in 24 hours, am in too much emotional pain to do anything. I don't "leave early", my boss sends me home because I have breakdowns and literally cannot do my job. Did they forget I was so anxious and stressed last weekend that I couldn't MOVE?
Things are getting more out of control. My job has put me on leave until my therapist thinks I'm able to work again, and all my mom has to say is "okay now what? You can't just lay around." Fuck my shame and embarrassment at being told I'm unable to work, right? Yup, this whole year has been a plot to mooch off of people and do nothing.
I guess at this rate I have no choice but to try a partial hospitalization program. But I still want to die, and it's more about me than my parents. I'm still planning on killing myself in November. I've been suffering with this shit for years and years, and I'm done. I can't do it anymore.