I fell asleep after my last post and woke up to see mom crying. I don't know why. I'm scared to ask. Just seeing a parent cry is a lot. And imagine the scenarios in my head. Crying and gulping. I have developed a fear of gulping and drinking because of her. I tried to pretend im still asleep but i was panicing too hard. Thinking what happened. What if dad has more babies? Is he Genghis khan? What the hell happened?! THANK GOD she's asleep now. Thank God and all the angels.
Maybe it's better i go back to university city and just clean and exercise and try to rebond with my therapist (the cbt one not the Freudian one). The problem that i have been avoiding to talk about because i feared of the reaction is that i met a boy from university city who's really eager to see me. But i don't feel ready. Today i had decided i would no longer think about university city and this boy and would just rest and i wake up to see mom crying and the first thing i do is text him. The second thing i do is go outside and call. I was in insane panic. I told myself I won't talk to him, i don't feel ready, he's thinking of his ex. But i really needed someone on the phone. I used to call grandma but she's only triggering me more and im scared if her since the sanatorium. I told myself i won't talk to him and I won't go back but seeing mom cry made me want to go back asap and call him asap. I couldn't even text, if i could i would come here. He suggested me to live with his ex. My guts did another backflip.
It's so fked up. Not only young adult problems but also family troubles. I think love is a stupid think to worry when my mom is in this condition. I tried to hug her and kiss her and tell her i love her before i went out. I couldn't stay. Texting wouldn't help. I needed to talk and i couldn't do this in front of her. We talked for 3-4 hours until i calmed/got too anxious if mom's alive or if sis is back and seeing her in this condition or arguing with her. I panic all the time and he responds asaf. I need 24/7 reassurance. He's from my university, studing for an English teacher but they study psychology too and with my teachers. It's not like i love him, I'm philophobic and my heart is numb from the Klonopin i pop to survive every day, love is not my priority, but damn im jealous and insecure. Please don't judge, I'm going hell. I spend 4 hours panicing outside, talking on the phone and eventually came back at 12:20 midnight because the image of mom dead was in my head. Or if she had a dispute with sis. Probably i need to get out of here but I'm not ready to take care of myself or let him take care of me and have a boyfriend. I'm not ready for that but i realise nobody else would talk to me on the phone during work for four hours and offer to take care of me if im struggling to eat and cook in my accommodation. I honestly prefer foreign bonds. I feel like im 13 not 23