Hi, I'm a 15 year old boy, check my other posts for context on my life.
Every time my dad or mom lecture me and put me down, when my dad says I'm a lazyass who will go nowhere in life if I continue to be this way, when my mom calls me a selfish prick, that always puts a little seed of doubt in my mind on whether I'm really depressed. There has always been and likely always will be that little piece of my mind telling me that I'm not really depressed, that maybe I am just a lazyass loser, a selfish prick. Every time I laugh a little or even smile, I wonder if my depression is valid, because my depression isn't as bad as others, because I'm not suicidal. This conflict within my mind is eating at me. My parents have good intentions, but it seems that they are just fed up and have more or less just given up on me, at least on my mom's side. My dad has always been the "realistic" parent, treating me mostly like how I'd be treated in the "real world", and for the few years that he has done so, I beat myself down because I knew he was right and that I needed to change, but why wasn't I? It must've been that I was just a lazy loser right? I thought that maybe that kind of "tough love" would motivate me, but it never did and I had always thought (until the past several months or so) that it was just because I was just really f*cking lazy and good for nothing. I'm not suicidal, but I can't help but think that even if I did **** myself, nothing would really change. I never contributed much to my family, I was and am just a lazy, selfish prick after all. I'm afraid that as the three years I have 'till I can be independent go on, their treatment and perception of me will only worsen, I will just be seen as the loser of the family. I am afraid that after those three years have gone by, I might be so f*cked up that I can't lead a good, normal life or I'd have already "done it" if you know what I mean. I have no real avenue for help until I'm independent, due to my life circumstances. I'm afraid.
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