when the most important person in your life and the literal backbone of your support system tells you that your mental illness inconveniences them and makes their life difficult, and insinuates that you do/don’t do things because you’re “making excuses” or just “don’t want to do them”, it’s really fucking hard to come back from that! thanks! now that i’m not the only person vocalizing how much easier everyone else’s life would be without me, i’m totally free to fucking die!!!! it doesnt matter how much you kiss me and tell me you love me and treasure me and care about my recovery, i still know that you really wish you didnt have to deal with me!














