yesterday my parents kept telling **me** that i was questioning my career path, which i am not. its one of the few reasons why im alive lol. i told them to stop assuming how I feel then she said “don’t you dare say I think what’s happening inside your head because I have no fucking idea” (basically making me seem unstable &amp; crazy). she also said “you owe us some answers” \[regarding “why” I’m depressed lmao &amp; “what’s going on”\]. anytime i feel or show an emotion that isnt happy, my mother becomes concerned, which is absurd. they continually call me stupid for being unmotivated with my school work and lazy for being depressed.

i wish the people around me actually understood bpd because maybe they wouldnt make me feel crazy every single day :/