The other day my step father found it necessary to have a “Come to Jesus meeting” with me.
I hate having talks like this with my parents for many reasons. The biggest one being that they don’t like to listen to anything I have to say. Despite the fact that I have been battling a mental illness forever and despite the fact that I’m 28 years old, any time I have an opinion about anything I’m told that I just need to shut up and listen sometimes. I have learned to take what they say to me in one ear and out the other because it does more harm than good and they don’t even know. They don’t even care.
I sat and listened to the “You should be more grateful for the opportunities that you have had…” and the “I know what you’re going through… I was there before…” and don’t forget about the “You’re so smart, you can do anything…”… Pretty much the generic lines that they have used since I was in high school to try to make me feel good about myself. I could engage in these conversations but that doesn’t do any good. In their eyes, as proud as they claim to be they don’t trust me to make any rational decision. The many times I have tried to speak to my parents about anything that has been going on with me I have felt like they always just do and say what they have to and that’s the end of that. Example: After I got out of the hospital I was fired from my job. That meant my insurance was going to end and eventually I would have to be without my meds. After that when I felt and anxiety attack or that something was closing in on me I would call my mother to vent and her only response would be “Why can’t you figure out a way to get back on your medication?” Not a comforting word at all. That’s when I realized that I was going to have to do this on my own. Needless to say, after this conversation I was very angry and I have done everything in my power to avoid anything like this again.
I am fully aware of the opportunities available to me. I am also aware that I am so afraid of what could happen that I have bypassed a lot of those opportunities and that is no one’s responsibility but my own. I do feel myself falling back into my routine and slowly giving up but I also know that I can’t. I feel very conflicted right now… Very.