This is to be the next biggest holiday.
I CAN’T - I CAN’T BREATHE.
Wow. What comfort it is to worship and be loved by a God who is always, always faithful. Even in times when we want to run away from him, or when we choose to sin, He remains faithful because that is part of his immutable nature! Thank you Jesus 🙌
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I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN
I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS
I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM
DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET
MY FEELINGS ARE VALID
I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN
WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME
STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE
STOP STOP STOP
THIS IS IMPORTANT
EVERYDAY THE SAME DREAM is an art game about alienation and refusal of labour. You are a faceless, unnamed man going about his business. The game has alternatives endings. Will you end up going to work and working in a little cubicle like every day, or will you take another route and do something different for once?
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It’s almost 3, and I still can’t sleep.
The more I think about my parents, the more my heart wants to hate them for everything they had done. I understand that I am not responsible for anything that they did, but I am responsible for my own heart. If you are going to say that I am over exaggerating, let me tell you a short story.
I went to our family doctor last month for my check-up, and I also asked her to give me a referral to see a psychologist. She looked at me, and she told me this:
You know, I’ve always worried for you, your brother, and your sister because of your parents.
If you hear that from your family doctor, who knows everything that your parents did in the past, you would take that as a serious statement. You would start to wonder how screwed up your family has to be in order for your doctor to worry about your mental health.
So far, I’ve tried to communicate with my parents about our emotions. My mom is getting better at communicating with me about her own emotions. However, my dad still refuses to listen to anything I have to say. If I mention something like “Dad, I think you should stop calling Mom names -” he would immediately jump out of his chair and demand me to stop “convicting” him.
Sometimes I think the best way to solve this issue is to move out. If I am not there, they will have plenty of time to reflect on their choices and words.
I am not responsible for my parents - but I am responsible for my own heart. If moving away means I won’t be hating them as much, then so be it. I am so done. I am so ready to move away.And I know I won’t be calling. At least for a long while.
I hate PCOS. I hate not eating what I want. I hate not being able to lose weight like a normal person. I hate the pimples on my face. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. My family is not supportive - my dad makes fun of me when I am trying to control my diet, my mom refuse to understand how serious PCOS is for my health. They would always cook and eat junky food in front of me, and my mom would complain about me not eating her food. I AM SO SICK OF THIS. Just let me move out. I am really, really tired.