It's been a long two days. Halloween day was full of extreme highs and lows. I had a lot of stressors (failed a math test, agitated classmates, etc) but a lot of creativity (four poems, artwork). I went to the very crowded football game with anxiety high but my boyfriend was there to support me. Everything was generally fine until I got home.
After checking my messages on internet, I went into my room to work on some art and then go to sleep. Mom had other plans. She came into my room and sat on my bed (I hate that, usually means I'm in trouble). She kept bugging me about what's wrong this week. I finally blurted out I want to see a therapist. Bad idea, that added more and more hours of bugging me. By the end of it I was yelling and begging for her to get out of my room and let me go to bed. Then from 1 am to I don't know how long I cried myself to sleep.
Today has been constant bugging and arguments and yelling. It's so hard right now. I feel overwhelmed. Our arguments just make me feel like I'm an not good enough. We argue over me, my attitude, my friends, my views, my art, my writing, some days it seems like everything. I just need a chance to be myself without opposition.
I'm sorry. The last part turned into a rant......I hate that. Just disregard it I suppose. I just wanted to let you all know how I'm doing.
After checking my messages on internet, I went into my room to work on some art and then go to sleep. Mom had other plans. She came into my room and sat on my bed (I hate that, usually means I'm in trouble). She kept bugging me about what's wrong this week. I finally blurted out I want to see a therapist. Bad idea, that added more and more hours of bugging me. By the end of it I was yelling and begging for her to get out of my room and let me go to bed. Then from 1 am to I don't know how long I cried myself to sleep.
Today has been constant bugging and arguments and yelling. It's so hard right now. I feel overwhelmed. Our arguments just make me feel like I'm an not good enough. We argue over me, my attitude, my friends, my views, my art, my writing, some days it seems like everything. I just need a chance to be myself without opposition.
I'm sorry. The last part turned into a rant......I hate that. Just disregard it I suppose. I just wanted to let you all know how I'm doing.
I am so sorry to hear your mom is being a pest to you. Sometimes parents mean well but they assume they do in fact know everything, inclusive to the what why and how you're feeling a certain way and don't know how to back off.
