I'm depressed and my mother is insane (not literally). I've already made peace with it. But it's still fucked up that my own mom is crazy. She constantly calls me lazy and a liar. Though I have been diagnosed with traumatic stress. 

Yes, some people truly are lazy, especially Gen Z, no offense, but not myself. All the symptoms are there. 

Just looking for a hand raise of people whose parents have called you a lazy piece of shit, even though you are struggling with something far more sinister. If you're in your late 20s or 30s, it can't really be called laziness anymore. 

For my mother, I know why she does it. It makes herself feel better. It makes her feel like a good parent. It makes her feel like she has no responsibility. It makes her feel like she has nothing to do with my troubles. That's why.  It's easier for her to put her head in the sand and rationalize simple answers to herself. 

Still love my mom. But my dad is dead and I only have her and she is like a zombie. So fucked up. The only person who knows how I feel is myself. I love myself for that. I really love myself. I'm truly unique in this world and I love myself. The pain has granted me gifts.