My mom's drunk again. I feel like i hate her. I feel like i hate everything. I'm so tired. Anxiety and depression are so easily notice in me. I'm ruined. Even when i say something funny, it's pain. I can't stop talking bullshit (like my last post which is awkward af) and it's a result of the persisting anxiety and depression, abuse and neglect. Also dad has a baby. My real sister is a teenager and she's upset just like me and i worry myself out for her. I'm on online education and i don't see anyone. I feel like i over expose myself online is because i lost everything and i'm absolutely alone in real life. I'm like a real Glonk. So pathetic. I'm ruined to the core. I'm always anxious and depressed. And for a reason. Mom and sis would always argue and dad's with his new family, unimates are in other cities. I tried to move out, i tried to socialize, i'm medicated and in therapy but i don't feel like it helps because still my mom and sis will be arguing. Mom still will be drunk and annoying af. Sis is an angsty teen i'm worried about. Dad's with his new family making me still feel guilty that he's not here. My therapist is terrible but she said one right thing - when your family is absent, you have a hole in yourself. I have a hole in myself. And i'm never experiencing positive emotions. And i never have the chance. Always a trouble will happen. I feel like i'm walking on eggshels. At home i'm walking on eggshels. It's a war one. Even a normal person would go insane. I tried to move out but i'm so traumatized that my roommates overwhelmed me. People don't understand my coundidion. If someone here knew what i'm going through and acted adequate instead of triggering me more, things maybe would work out. But noo, i have to always worry someone will upset mom or sis, the car will broke or something else would happen. We can't even talk normal. And i know i seem so silly, probably my university mates think i'm silly always saying something dumb at class but it's all pain. And how can people be so blind to not realize it's pain. They don't go home and walk on eggshels while drunk mom and sis i'm worried about are arguing or having a rough day as always. And worrying mom could see a pic of dad on stupid Facebook. Or having to be between the frontlines. Having to take this damage. WATCHING EVERYONE YOU LOVE WALK AWAY FROM YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO BROKEN. Not being able to do a small task and then mom scolding you. Not being able to work and feeling like you can't move out and feeling like i'm a burden and behind everyone else on my Age. Watching people my Age sucseed, work, have families both parents and kids while i'm trying to breathe. And nobody cares i'm trying to survive. Because i'm surving. I'm not living. I'm just surviving home, surviving accomodation, surviving home. I don't live. Please don't be scared and don't think i'm weird, i'm just in so much pain since an year and a half. And my whole life. But everyone would be. Everyone in my place would be. The whole Universe rained down on me. My damn drunk mom is asleep. And making me prepare and take responsibilities of Tommorrow traveling for the holidays to her damn village and family. There i'm triggered as hell but at least we have more space and Grandma and probably won't argue that much. She won't go to work these days. Also i'm overwhelmed as hell with those gifts. And she thinks i'm resting all day because i'm on online university but i'm preparing gifts, studying and fighting insane mental damage. She thinks only she has emotions. Only she can be tired. Meanwhile worried about new year and who to celebrate with, probably her. Worried about buying her a gift, my plan was to buy her a phone but i don't know whether i want to give so much for her. I'm overwhelmed. Still i try to be myself, the kind and smart me that just cares too much. Please don't think bad of me. Don't leave me. I was already left twice this year. And it's critical for my mental health. My therapist said it. I just need some support and non-judgement. We all came here for issues. Again i'm fighting in my head. I'm overwhelmed. I'm like a prey in a jungle. No rest. Just hypervigiliant 24/7. If hell exists, this is it. And i'm constantly trying to save myself. I swear i fight. I swear i improve and learn and stay good. Despite everything. I need rest. I just need rest. And safety. And affection. But those are luxuries i guess.
P. S. They won't go to therapy.