Iv been trying to find out why my bathroom smells so fucken bad. Turns out it was my medicine coming back through my shit. It smells like death mixed with vomit. I'm sorry no one wants to know about my shit.I think my depression is going from a numbness to me crying on my floor at 3am. Oh god I'm crying.
I had a conversation with my mom about my anxiety. She told me that it wasn't real and that I was creating problems for myself. She also told my that if someone has depression they would know. I spent 2 years thinking I 100% had it after denying my feelings for what felt like forever. When I got the courage to tell her she said "oh no you don't you just have issues to work out." ......WHAT?!
I trusted her so much I invalidated my feelings and told myself I was a bitch who just wanted attention because no one cares. Basically back to square one. Then I brought up wanting to be trans to my mom and dad. They laughed at me. Laughed. I told them I wasn't joking and that I hated my body and my dad said it was a PHASE. I have stopped listening to almost everything my parents have told me at this point. The only one who completely knows my feelings is me.I'm so glad no one reads these cause good god that was a vent.
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