It’s such a wild concept to me that my parents truly believe no one is allowed to have a mental illness except my aunt and my brother’s girlfriend. They’re always talking about how my aunt is so depressed and how my brother’s girlfriend is so depressed and how they wish her all the best with her anxiety but yet, they tell me, their daughter, who has tried to kill herself multiple times from age 13 to 26 that I’m taking it, “you don’t have anything wrong with you, except being lazy.” Or “you’re not depressed/have anxiety, you just don’t want to do (insert something or other)” OR MY FAVORITE: “if you were so depressed or filled with anxiety as you keep telling everyone, you would go see a therapist and get on meds, just like your aunt and A.” (A is my brother’s girlfriend’s first initial since I’m not going to share her name)
And I’m like “I wanted to see a therapist months ago when I was suffering really bad and you guys told me not to do that because then CPS would be called if I told a doctor I was harming myself or thinking of harming myself, and then they would take your kids away from here.” And OF COURSE THEY DON’T REMEMBER SAYING THAT SO AUTOMATICALLY I AM CALLED A LIAR
Another thing is my mom is constantly saying I need help, because I have a mental problem but when I actually want to try to get help, she says “no, you just need to stop being lazy and grow up.”
Like bro, what do you want? Do I have a mental illness or not? One moment you say I do, one moment you say I don’t. Make up your mind, my guy.
honestly
I’m
So
Motherfucking
Tired
Of
This
Bullshit
And
I
Would
Rather
Die
Then
Deal
With
This
Shit
Anymore