*My First Real Thread*

But anyway, those words are the words of my mother.
She says things like this all the time when talking about how my depressive phases can make me feel numb, dead inside, un-motivated.

She seems to think that Bipolar, Depression, EDs, Phobias, Anxiety Disorders, any mental illness is something that can be magically *turned* around with a little optimism. She's too stupid to realize that her belittling my problems and constantly stressing me out is part of the reason I stay depressed.
She orders pizza like once a week and wonders why I'm always puking up my food.
Its so upsetting to live with someone who is always this ridiculously insensitive.
I'm sorry, this is kinda of a rant, but its really just. . . hurtful.
I already have to deal with a lot of the general population looking at mental illness as a joke, but to have to get it from my own mother is ruthless.
I'm too old to be here anyway. God effing bless the day I move out.