I tried to talk to my mom today, about how I've been feeling. A lot of energy and what not, racing thoughts. I asked about my grandma, who from what I remember was also mentally ill. Then I told her I'd like to get off meds because I feel good but worry I'll regret it when I go back to depression.
"Every one gets sad"
"I know, but my sad is different. It's all consuming, won't get out of bed, might as well be dead sad"

"Don't talk to me about that. I don't want to hear it. You're fine. Stop being weak."

I am so very sick of that word coming from her mouth.