Unsure and Useless
Drifting Aimlessly without Roots
- Feb 7, 2023
- 273
Throughout my life, I've essentially conditioned me to keep quiet about whatever issues I'm going through by both friends and family, but now that my parents are older, they keep reminding me that they're "always there" if I "need to talk"—which would be nice if I could even open up to them anymore, but it feels like it's too late.
The very idea of being honest with how depressed I am makes me anxious because that just gives people an excuse to lock me away in a ward that'll only worsen my situation. Honestly, a part of me wished they never changed their mind because it feels as if they're taunting me with a false sense of community.
Luckily, I already know that, no matter how "open" someone seems to be, they're always waiting for a reason to either invalidate your experience so that they can demean you or ship you off to a psych ward in order to feel good about themselves for "fixing" another depressed person.
The very idea of being honest with how depressed I am makes me anxious because that just gives people an excuse to lock me away in a ward that'll only worsen my situation. Honestly, a part of me wished they never changed their mind because it feels as if they're taunting me with a false sense of community.
Luckily, I already know that, no matter how "open" someone seems to be, they're always waiting for a reason to either invalidate your experience so that they can demean you or ship you off to a psych ward in order to feel good about themselves for "fixing" another depressed person.
