“I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.” - T.S: tolerate it
Here lately I’ve been trying to ignore the deterioration of my mother and I’s relationship, but I can’t anymore. I love her, and I know she loves me. But she never tries to see where I’m coming from. We ignore the reasons for our arguments, leaving open wounds instead of healed scars. I don’t feel like I can open up to her about my depressive thoughts because she doesn’t fully understand; she doesn’t have the same mental state as me, so anything I say won’t hit her the same way it does for me. I don’t know what to do. I can’t talk to her, we will argue. I can’t ignore it anymore, it’s tearing me apart from the inside out.