Mental illness is hard enough to deal with on its own. Add guilt to that and it just snowballs. Upset a very dear friend this past weekend bc I just didn’t think. I asked her to do something for me not even thinking it would make her uncomfortable. She did and then told me today that it upset her but she’s over it now. Which I don’t blame her for being upset, but I truly didn’t even think about it upsetting her. If I had known that, I would never have even asked her. This is all on my birthday and I recently went no contact with my parents bc I left the church. My mom sent me some hateful texts yesterday. I was in bad shape over that- feeling guilty about everything and realizing that my parents do love their religion more than me. 

It feels never ending and hopeless. Thx for listening. ♥️