So, my mom asked me yesterday: What are you, five years old? 

For some reason, that really hit hard. 

Sometimes, I have trouble taking my meds or doing basic tasks and need advice CONSTANTLY. But for some reason, in her head, she thinks I’m refusing to “grow up”
or “take responsibility” or something. Her catch phrases now are “figure it out yourself” or “you’re 23 years old”. I think that if I could get rid of these symptoms I would. But, as someone who takes mood stabilizers (and cannot function on a lower dose), I am constantly slow at reacting to and comprehending things. I’m not trying to make excuses, I’m just saying it’s so damn hard to deal sometimes.