For most of my life, I've been quite close to my mother, but she doesn't understand my life. I have severe issues with anxiety and depression, as well as other mental issues. In fact, once I tell a therapist about all of the things that I go through on a daily basis, I could easily qualify for social security disability.

My mom, regardless of my issues, just wants me to get a job. She never gives it a break, and I'm so sick of it. I don't want to work, I don't want to wake up in the morning. I'm never hungry, and I wish that I could just sleep forever.
Whenever I think about my issues, I get extremely agitated and find myself liking my mother less and less.

My mother says that she has issues with depression and anxiety too, and I agree with her. She says that I should just suck it up because I'm just being lazy. What she really doesn't understand is that my depression is about 5x as severe as hers is. She takes one antidepressant once a day. I take 2 antidepressants, plus a sleeping pill just to survive one day. My mother would be able to go without her antidepressants, I wouldn't last 2 days.

I really just wish that the world would end. Life has no meaning anyways.