smovexmente
January 2nd, 2011, 07:01 PM
So I made the decision to stop eating so much and eat healthy. It's kinda like detoxing, because I can't have what I want and I'm angry and in tears all the time.
And now my parents are yelling at me. My mom, in particular, keeps telling me I'm a failure. And now I'm starting to wonder if I really am. I already deal with her telling me I'm fat. I believe it now. I've started to blame everything on myself. Everything that goes wrong is now my fault because I'm a failure. I feel like I'm never going to be any good at anything because I'm such a failure. I'm never going to get through med school and I'm never going to get married. Everything I've dreamed of is going to end up being a disaster because I'm fat, lazy, and a failure. I'm never going to amount to anything because I'm no good. If I can't be good enough in my parents eyes, whose eyes can I be good enough in? I understand that Mom wants the best for me. But does that mean that constantly telling me that I'm fat and lazy and a failure is going to get me going to prove her wrong? Because it won't. It only makes me thing that she's right.
And now she's telling my dad that everything is my fault with this afternoon. But it wasn't. I couldn't print those pictures out with my computer, and I tried to explain that I got them printed out, but she said (and I quote), "I don't want to hear it."
She is now saying that it is all about choices. She's making the choice not to listen to me. And I hate it. She keeps interrupting me. I'm crying. She cares so much that she wants me to not be a failure by telling me repeatedly I'm a failure. I hate it.
I don't know what to do. When I try to talk to her she yells at me, and she'll tell me in the same breath not to let people walk all over me. But if I do anything to stand up for myself, I'll get yelled at, and told to shut up. I get so angry and so hurt because I can't even defend myself. She says she can't wait until I get out of the house and go to college, and she says WHEN I flunk out, I'll not be welcome back home.
It's getting so bad that I don't want to come home. I don't know what to do. Somebody please talk to me, because I can't detox and go through hell and back by myself.
And now my parents are yelling at me. My mom, in particular, keeps telling me I'm a failure. And now I'm starting to wonder if I really am. I already deal with her telling me I'm fat. I believe it now. I've started to blame everything on myself. Everything that goes wrong is now my fault because I'm a failure. I feel like I'm never going to be any good at anything because I'm such a failure. I'm never going to get through med school and I'm never going to get married. Everything I've dreamed of is going to end up being a disaster because I'm fat, lazy, and a failure. I'm never going to amount to anything because I'm no good. If I can't be good enough in my parents eyes, whose eyes can I be good enough in? I understand that Mom wants the best for me. But does that mean that constantly telling me that I'm fat and lazy and a failure is going to get me going to prove her wrong? Because it won't. It only makes me thing that she's right.
And now she's telling my dad that everything is my fault with this afternoon. But it wasn't. I couldn't print those pictures out with my computer, and I tried to explain that I got them printed out, but she said (and I quote), "I don't want to hear it."
She is now saying that it is all about choices. She's making the choice not to listen to me. And I hate it. She keeps interrupting me. I'm crying. She cares so much that she wants me to not be a failure by telling me repeatedly I'm a failure. I hate it.
I don't know what to do. When I try to talk to her she yells at me, and she'll tell me in the same breath not to let people walk all over me. But if I do anything to stand up for myself, I'll get yelled at, and told to shut up. I get so angry and so hurt because I can't even defend myself. She says she can't wait until I get out of the house and go to college, and she says WHEN I flunk out, I'll not be welcome back home.
It's getting so bad that I don't want to come home. I don't know what to do. Somebody please talk to me, because I can't detox and go through hell and back by myself.