I've had a little bit of ennui going on lately.
Several weeks back my parents bitched me out about not being able to make their 'family reunion' out in San Diego. I got told all sorts of things like how disappointed they were in me and all that sort of stuff so I laid it on them and let them know that some of the reasons I didn't go, aside from the fact that it is hard for me to get time off from work being a temp manager now, was that I was pretty depressed and I wasn't about to spend 4-5 days with 4 children and out on a beach and not being able to be myself.
Also, I let them know that I would've been happy to come if I was able to dress the way I wanted to and then that's when they said "Oh we thought you were over that stuff." Yeah. Over that stuff.
My family refuses to seem to understand me. Now that want me on medication to fix the depression I have. Yeah, just take medication without really treating the underlying problem.
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I have no respect for your family based on the way they treat you, Colleeny. Their views are illogical and based on pretentiousness and selfish adherence to what they want, above what makes you happy.
How long until they realize the depression they want to bury under medication comes from their own behavior? Drugs and medication are not the answer- rather you need to be loved and adored and shown EVERY SINGLE DAY that you are the most beautiful, precious, adored, and respected woman in the world. Most of all that you are loved beyond all measure. That I love you for who you are- without condition or expectation or shame.
I can't wait to prove that to you, next week.
There is a part of me that can understand (note not support) your parents reaction. How easy to ignore or pretend that what we don't understand does not exist.
hang in there.
(mental hug)
Over that stuff.
Yeah. The day they're over being dickfaces.
I've been on lexipro for over a year now. My parents had told me for years and years to go on it, or something, to fix my depression and anxiety. Now that I'm on it, and it's working, I can see so much clearer who I really am. I am over it. But it's not the IT that my parents would have me be over. I'm over being who everybody else thinks I should be. I'm over being worried about a world of crap that doesn't matter. I'm over so many things. But I'm not over being a girl. And I'm pretty sure I never will be! If your depression comes from a chemical reason in your brain it'll work. If it's only from external sources like family then it won't. You could take medication for a hundred years and it wouldn't do a damned bit of good if they're still being troglodytes. But I can tell you, in my case, my family are still redneck troglodytes, but I'm emotionally strong enough to let it go. Lean on your friends Colleen! We love you! =)
This sounds eerily familiar, except that my family is here, and I am trying to get away from them.
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