Yeah, if you remember me (haven't logged on in a LONG ass time), you might already know that my mom causes most of my suicidal thoughts. At this rate, I don't even know if it's suicide I have to worry about or if a stress-induced heart attack will get me first. I also don't know who's right: her or me. I don't know if I should blame her, blame myself, or whatever. She just takes away every bit of self-esteem I've got in ways I don't even fucking know how to explain in words, maybe a professional could get in my head idk.
I got this book out of my school library (if I haven't updated you guys on that yet, I am now out of high school in a community college, so I didn't get away from my mom
, if I did I'd probably never have to log onto this site ever again) about human resources to try and figure out networking (surprise, surprise, my lack of self-esteem made that shit impossible) and one page said that parents who give their children more freedom to make their own decisions raise children with higher self-esteem, and then I look back and see how my mom STILL controls what I wear, when I get up, when I sleep (I never go to bed when she tries to make me, maybe that's my microescape if that's even a word), when I eat, when I leave the house (one time my class was canceled and I still went to school anyway just to get away for a while), etc. and I went "Man, this makes absolute, total fucking sense."
I know I tagged this as Empathy and Advice Welcomed but it's also kind of a vent if you think about it. Still welcoming empathy and practical advice.
I got this book out of my school library (if I haven't updated you guys on that yet, I am now out of high school in a community college, so I didn't get away from my mom
, if I did I'd probably never have to log onto this site ever again) about human resources to try and figure out networking (surprise, surprise, my lack of self-esteem made that shit impossible) and one page said that parents who give their children more freedom to make their own decisions raise children with higher self-esteem, and then I look back and see how my mom STILL controls what I wear, when I get up, when I sleep (I never go to bed when she tries to make me, maybe that's my microescape if that's even a word), when I eat, when I leave the house (one time my class was canceled and I still went to school anyway just to get away for a while), etc. and I went "Man, this makes absolute, total fucking sense."I know I tagged this as Empathy and Advice Welcomed but it's also kind of a vent if you think about it. Still welcoming empathy and practical advice.