I wish that I could just up and quit everything...
My dad sent a nasty letter through court, he and my mom are going to court soon (again) and, because I got upset, my mom yelled in my face that depression is my fault, that all I'm good for is making myself sick and that she hopes I have another seizure.
Oh, but, when you need like 90% of the court documents done in English I'm good for more, aren't I, mom? Naturally, because she can't learn to speak freakin' English, she uses me when it's convenient and I can't get out of it because I need to finish college.
But, yes. Please victim-blame the sufferer of said mental illness.
*please note my sarcasm there*
I wear my heart on my sleeve; always have and probably always will. You cannot tell me that I'm not allowed to feel anything, that's unnatural.
I mean, I even broke my phone arguing with her over it (I got it fixed pretty cheap but, never chuck an smartphone no matter how angry you are...)
I honestly wish that my parents had put me up for adoption so, then, maybe I would have a family who cares and I wouldn't have all these health problems (both physical and mental). My boyfriend doesn't like when I say that, because it hurts him to think that if that were the case, we might have never met and, as much as I do love him; I would take a life with a different family in a happy home over the life I have now in a heartbeat.
Again, all I wanna do is quit but, I can't...Though, if I couldn't trade everything away for a family and a happy home, I'd take quitting and or living out my days in a hole in Siberia or The Arctic for the rest of my days also...