Back at work after my vacation to Norway to see my partner. Realising again how much I hate this job, and also how lucky I am to have this job especially given the stigma of psychiatric disorders in my country.

The trip was very good to me. I felt so peaceful, filled with well-being. I learned I'm capable and not lazy and useless.

I come home and and I feel worthless again. My father has been laughing mockingly at me over extremely stupid stuff like not knowing I can keep the toiletry bag the flight crew provided on the overnight flight and how much soup I scoop or whatever. He called me a mocking term meaning "country bumpkin/backward/uninformed" but it's his derisive laughter which gets to me, that snarky "HAHAHAHA!!"