Oh I wonder if it's b/c you have a physical disability. i know you've been going through a lot and i wish you calm days.
Indeed! A helluva lot! But...
Nah! My physical disability doesn't play a part here. It's the fact I've spent most of my life wanting what my mum wants this family to be. But we just let her down big time. :sad: She's still deluded to believe her family is like
The Waltons TV show from the 1970s, and that the physical, verbal and emotional abuse I was subject to in my younger days has made little affect on me. My depression, and crippling anxiety? Just attention-seeking, apparently.
And I get guff for trying to understand why things are the way they are. As if constantly arguing is just what all families do, right? But I've get accused of being emotional abusive for simply asking a question that might give some insight. My older sister expects us all to give a crap about her problems being divorced and stuck raising 2 kids. Like we don't have lives or issues of our own to feckin' deal. My mother needs me, cuz I'm the person who doesn't fly into a rage when she disagrees with me. And my oldest sister, well, the other day she told me I was a good brother, and that she glad I've been there for her through the past 5 months. :sad:
Yet I feel it's all taken such a toll on my mental health that I don't just feel depressed. My life feels pointless. Because it's always me who's left to pick the pieces, and pretend everything fine.
We're one big happy family. :no: I can't even bring myself to get back into making music. The thought of picking my guitar, write some lyrics and channel it all into a song - even though it would probably help - is too... painful.
I certainly hope calm days will come again soon. I could use a some peace n' quiet. Though, happiness wouldn't go a miss, either.
But... :idontknow: