My health is crap and ruining my relationship.
Anytime I mention not feeling good because of my anxiety or my depression, mom sighs dramatically, rolls her eyes, and makes a remark about getting me committed or sending me away. Every. Single. Time. "Why don't you talk to me?" Because what's the point? Like when I told you I was suicidal and you called me stupid after making this big production about your friend's suicide attempt. I'm stupid. I'm not going to talk anymore. Since I'm so bitter and ugly and hateful, according to you. Because I have nothing to be angry or upset about. You couldn't even take my cry for help seriously so why would I tell you what's actually wrong with me? I have to turn to people who don't even know me to listen and they care and understand more than you ever will. They don't call me stupid.
All the hugs to you.I know the feelings. I can't really talk to my parents at all about anything besides small talk about 'how was work' and stuff like that because if I get serious they makes scenes from it and tell me parenting manual things and not being helpful at all
And yes, my friends helps me way more then my parents do, online or offline so to say...
*hugs* <3
the Canadian dollar IS SO WEAK i can't buy anything online right now. something that's 90$ US is 112$ Canadian and it's annoying the hell out of me