Another thing I learned as well as detaching myself when they start to yell is to stop forgiving them, sorry if I sound poetic or dramatic but I feel there is no space in my heart for people who hurt me and continue with their lives as if I I didn’t feel bad. My brother did the same thing the other day, I asked him to apologize for yelling at me and he ended up insulting me and wishing me dead, just because he didn’t want to apologize. I’m not going to let them make me regret it if I treat them the same way. My mother is very protective of my brother for everything and he is not a good person.
Everything was going well, I’m about to get a job, my sessions with the psychologist are helping me cope with my problems, and then my mother goes crazy and yells at me for a trifle, I know she’s angry and it’s not with me but I wasn’t interested in arguing. Im aware she needs help and I offered her to go with my psychologist on monday, but I do not want her to take away my weekly session, my psychologist is about to take vacation and I don’t think I will have another opportunity to talk to her about this situation until August . I don’t want to return to the same pit of madness that my family is a part of, feel inferior and useless to them, they reduce me to zero. They always try and I don’t want to fall again. Why do they call me the worst person in the world when I want to prioritize myself?
