Every now and then i feel myself falling into some kind of depression. Or ... no im not sure if its depression. It probably is. Self-diagnosed depression - haha.
Every time it happens i try to figure out what's the cause of it.
Well most recently just yesterday actually. I was buying something from Ikea, and turns out it can't fit in our car. I was dreading to call my family to help but they are closer to us. At the time i wasn't sure why i was dreading to call them. I mean they could come and help right?
Anyway I tried calling C, - I will skip the details. The overwhelming feeling is, that the first reaction is not to rush over to help me. Reminded me of the time when i had a very serious period ache while I was in university.
At the time, I drove to school as usual and prior to having lunch with my friends i started having this serious ache. I couldn't even eat lunch. While my friends were having lunch, I was in the toilet the whole time trying to puke but nothing would come out. I remember squatting in the toilet trying to puke and called my mum. Asking her to come over to pick me up, i need to go home.
I remember her giving me a lot of reasons why she couldn't come over. For example, whos gonna drive the car i drove back home. I was in so much pain I can't help her to figure such details so I gave up.
I remember leaving the toilet and went straight out of the restaurant with my friends starring at me like i'm some freak. Embarrassing and sick at the same time.
And then i stared into the drain outside i started puking.
I pretty much don't remember what happened. But i do remember waking up in the school library. One of my friend got me a packet of milo and bread.
Horrible horrible experience which is a living reminder of how my family won't be there for me if i need any help.
C did drove over to help me in the end. I was quite grateful but no help came from my parents for sure. I tried to ignore what C said that gave me the feeling my parents wont be coming over to help. And tried confronting them when i got home to pick up the item C helped me move it back. I talked to mum, and said nobody help me. how.
Her reaction is the exact same as what C ... not sure whats the term to use, she just said mum needs to have her dinner and won't even be thinking to come help. I can imagine if she did come, she probably would be in a very shit mood like, "Why are you so troublesome"
Ever since i moved out, i definitely felt abandoned by them. Yea yea I'm touchy. Too bad, born with it. Teach me how to shut it off. Thanks.
And I tried not thinking about it so much but seems like unconsciously it affected me. I tried to enjoy my Sunday as hard as I could. But i jsut felt so numb. Woke up from nightmares and tried to take a nap in the day because i jsut felt so drained of energy. More nightmares, woke up huffing.
Didn't know it was so serious. I still can't make myself accept the way my family is. Yes it made me feel alone. Which was why i Left in the first place. It felt like i was surrounded with people but surrounded by none at the same time when I was at home.
Now that I've moved out it was better. Only when times like this just reminds me of that pain. That I care. But they don't want to care because they are not willing to feel hurt of me leaving home. Put plainly. Selfish.
Often times I just feel like my parents don't love us, its just an obligation.
Now I sound childish don't I.
I kind of understand myself more now that I've moved out. But it's not an easy emotional path for me. I'm trying my best. It gets worse when K and I fight. Because that's probably when i truly feel alone. And start questioning what's the purpose of anything.
Wish there was some kind of switch i can just switch off and be mean like L. Everybody can eat shit - type of attitude. ;P
But I can't. I really wish I could.
-JW