Cosmiq
Student
- May 7, 2020
- 197
I had this thing happen recently where I have left out a huge reunion between my brother and our family. There was a photo sent by him of our entire family, excluding me, and message saying I was supposed to be there. My mom was supposed to tell me, but was pretty upset that my sister didn't think to tell me either.
I told my mom that seeing the picture gave me a good idea of what my family will look like when I'm gone.
I think only my best friend would take my mentions of ctb seriously, and worries about how depressed and anxious I am. Him, and my therapist who legally has to.
I feel like, I don't just want to drop small joking hints anymore. There's a bigger family event for our extended family, and I feel hard-pressed to be fully honest. So when it happens they don't get to pretend they had no idea what I was going through. I can be very disconnected, and I plan to go there and be on benzos and completely honest because I'm sure none of them would have me committed, and think anything I say is just me blowing things out of proportion or that I just need to look on the bright side. I remember being hospitalized, and my psychiatrist who knew how traumatizing it was could think of very few things to say. She admitted that the system was imperfect, that some parts were pretty fucked, and the only thing she could think that was positive was that now my family knew I was in a dark place and would want to support me better. But that never happened. They still treat me like my moods are because I'm acting out on teenage hormones despite being fucking 30.
I told my mom that seeing the picture gave me a good idea of what my family will look like when I'm gone.
I think only my best friend would take my mentions of ctb seriously, and worries about how depressed and anxious I am. Him, and my therapist who legally has to.
I feel like, I don't just want to drop small joking hints anymore. There's a bigger family event for our extended family, and I feel hard-pressed to be fully honest. So when it happens they don't get to pretend they had no idea what I was going through. I can be very disconnected, and I plan to go there and be on benzos and completely honest because I'm sure none of them would have me committed, and think anything I say is just me blowing things out of proportion or that I just need to look on the bright side. I remember being hospitalized, and my psychiatrist who knew how traumatizing it was could think of very few things to say. She admitted that the system was imperfect, that some parts were pretty fucked, and the only thing she could think that was positive was that now my family knew I was in a dark place and would want to support me better. But that never happened. They still treat me like my moods are because I'm acting out on teenage hormones despite being fucking 30.