9/2/2004

Shit I don't talk about, but should

Alright, most of the people that come here know me. There's always a few people that randomly click my link on Nick's site but, most of my vistors are my friends. So, here we go.

Most of the time when our loved ones go into the hospital we feel we should be there. We feel the need to see them and try to help them.

My mother is in the hospital and I don't want to see her. You see, she recently tried to overdose on Tylenol. What brought her to this point I don't know? and if I ask her about it she can't give me an answer. This isn't the first time she's done this, and sadly, I'm sure it's not the last. She's tried this at least once a year since my senior year of high school. I called my sister and told her about it she had the same feeling I did. She figured it would happen again sooner or later, as did I. But, I'm numb to it. It seems like everyone else I know would freak out or something if one of their parents tried that, but I see it as, "Oh, this again?". I feel terrible for it, but what the hell am I suppose to do? I've tried to help her so many times and nothing ever changes. It's not my fault she tries to kill herself, she does it to herself. I just hope by thinking clearly about everything now I can avoid a mental breakdown when I'm in my 30's crying to a therapist that my mother never cared for me.

What am I to do with my utter lack of feeling?

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