Came home from school after beating myself up for missing an appointment that I shouldn’t have missed. Immediately am bombarded with “ways to solve the problem” that I knew could’ve been prevented by me not having to strain all of my body. I was dehydrated, overstimulated, and emotionally exhausted. Yet, I come home and can’t talk about it because have to make dinner “Is there something wrong?” my mom asked me. “No,” I would reply because in my house my depression and anxiety isn’t allowed to exist. Anywhere else(specifically out with my friend) it’s fine but not at home where I should be allowed to talk about what’s wrong.
I really shouldn’t be allowed on the internet, I sound like an over privileged white girl.
~The girl off dreaming