Let's see...hmmm...this could take a while
My mother's ability to make me feel inadequate in every way (which includes making me feel as if my grades aren't good enough, my weight isn't good enough, I'll never measure up to my brother just because he's male, she doesn't like the fact that I'm not a red-head, and she hates that I want to be a writer instead of a teacher...the list goes on)
My step father's COPD which is slowing killing him since he won't stop smoking
My mother's series of illnesses which doesn't seem to be killing her but is extremely inconvienct and might possibly cripple her someday leaving me the only one capable of caring for her.
The feeling of anxiety and fear towards the future because I don't know what to do with my life.
A best friend whom I never get to talk to because she lives across the continent and her internet conncetion is shit.
My social anxiety, my general depression,my generalized anxiety over death, the loss of loved ones, and growing up to be an unloved spinster, my memories of the past which include years of emotional and mental abuse from my parents, thoughts of my real father who would have preferred me dead, and not to mention the occasional nightmares that I still get at 23 that include people getting tortured and electrocuted.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
Yes, my mind is a diseased playground.
My mother's ability to make me feel inadequate in every way (which includes making me feel as if my grades aren't good enough, my weight isn't good enough, I'll never measure up to my brother just because he's male, she doesn't like the fact that I'm not a red-head, and she hates that I want to be a writer instead of a teacher...the list goes on)
My step father's COPD which is slowing killing him since he won't stop smoking
My mother's series of illnesses which doesn't seem to be killing her but is extremely inconvienct and might possibly cripple her someday leaving me the only one capable of caring for her.
The feeling of anxiety and fear towards the future because I don't know what to do with my life.
A best friend whom I never get to talk to because she lives across the continent and her internet conncetion is shit.
My social anxiety, my general depression,my generalized anxiety over death, the loss of loved ones, and growing up to be an unloved spinster, my memories of the past which include years of emotional and mental abuse from my parents, thoughts of my real father who would have preferred me dead, and not to mention the occasional nightmares that I still get at 23 that include people getting tortured and electrocuted.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
Yes, my mind is a diseased playground.
*administers huggles*