My mother constantly bitches and yells and tells me how I am not trying. I am 18 and I'm fighting tooth and nail to get out of my house. I don't have much money and my mother tears me down as much as she can. I don't even think she knows she's doing it. She always has such a condescending, closed minded attitude about everything regarding me being sick. She still wants to say i'm bipolar even after being told by multi psychiatrists that I have no psychiatric issues and am not anywhere close to being bipolar and have none of the characteristics of it.
I'm constantly being blamed for not trying and being treated as if i'm making it up. She supposedly knows someone with fibro and says how they fight it and have sick days whenever the weather is poor but are fighting it and i should be doing as well as them. She also likes to tell me how since I am young and her colleague is late-middle aged that i should be doing much much better and that if i am this bad now i might as well just give up on life because obviously i will never be capable of anything.
I have always loved dancing and I more than anything just want to dance and act and go where that takes me. She isn't even letting me move out and without money there is very little I can do to fight her.
Fibro took dance from me a year ago and I just want to take it back and do what I love. I cannot stand the thought of not being involved in the arts/media. I see the backup dancers on tv or the dance concerts and that's all I want. I don't care about being famous or making tons of money. I really just want to move to NY or LA and take classes and try to start a life for myself. I feel like I could do it and it would be great for me if only she could help me get on my feet financially.
Not only will she give me no help with money but she also won't allow me to leave; not for ny or la and not for college or anything else. I have no money, no car, no license and an environment making me more sick and miserable.
Then I have a mother yelling at me that I'm not trying and I'm lazy and blah blah blah when I am killing myself to get out of bed each day and putting myself through painful potential treatments like massage therapy and acupuncture and chiropractic work and injections and anything else the doctors or friends think might help me. Sometimes It's painful to the point that I can't contain it anymore and just can't handle it and I have an incredibly high pain tolerance and on top of that a resilience to suck it up and get through it.
I just.. I have no idea what to do or how to get her to understand that she doesn't understand. I've told her that it's really not possible for her to understand what it's like to have a chronic illness because she doesn't have one and that it is okay that she can't fully get what i'm going through. She still insists she does and that it's not bad and i'm being lazy, ect .
I just.. don't know anything anymore..
being confined and just being in this room day and night makes everything even harder. I just want to curl up and die most of the time because it would be better that this existence. Living this way is pointless and i'm soo tired and i'm fighting my hardest.. but what if my hardest just isn't good enough..?