So, on February 19 I told y'all about how I admitted my depression to my mom, right? Well, she was really cool about it and was kinda trying to help me. But, about a month or two later, she kinda stopped acknowledging that. She went back to the yelling at me for not doing my chores, forcing me to interact with her friends that I've never met, getting on my ass about ever imperfection and slip-up. It's like it never happened... Now, whenever she's yelling at me for being "lazy" and "unproductive", I wanna say something like "Mom, I have to motivation to even eat, yet getting me to do chores is your concern? When my body DOES let me get out of bed, it usually takes hours and/or is at really weird hours. Which I hate because you don't want me in the kitchen after 11, so I stay up all night until 7 AM so that I can eat. Then, when sleep deprivation catches up to me, I sleep all day and wake up at midnight. Then the cycle repeats. I want you to understand this, seeing as you said that you did in April. But now it feels like you're treating me more shity than ever."
That's what I WANT to say... But I'm to anxious. So, despite barley being able to stand up without immediately falling over, I do the dishes, or the towels, or I vacuum, or any other chore that you or your boyfriend who I'm too scared to talk to could do easily. Like mom, I get you're stressed, but that doesn't mean I'm not. That's why I stay at my father's house so often. Because him and his finance don't pressure me into things. I can trust Jess more than I can trust my own mother for god's sake! I talk to Jess about all this btw. Not necessarily the depression part though. I just feel like I can open up... And I've gotten more depressed and anxious lately (Random thing: cying releases negative feelings).
For example: some people don't cry because they don't wanna be weak; I don't cry because I don't feel like I DESERVE to get rid of these thoughts...