My mother got a hold of a journal I'm keeping charting my depression. She and I had a moment,we hugged,talked,blah,blah,blah.
In the meantime,I had an appointment scheduled to talk to my doctor about my depression. Somehow the doctor called the house confirming an appointment for me to see them,and my mom caught it. She rescheduled my appointment so she could take me (and this morning tried guessing whether or not I was going to talk to him about my depression).
She doesn't trust doctors,but I need to tell him my situation so I can get help,because it's MY life.
I had to move back home for financial reasons. I thought my level of self-sufficiency and independance would've had some kind of...backbone being back home,but it doesn't.
She's controlling my life,and I'm suffering in silence.
In the meantime,I had an appointment scheduled to talk to my doctor about my depression. Somehow the doctor called the house confirming an appointment for me to see them,and my mom caught it. She rescheduled my appointment so she could take me (and this morning tried guessing whether or not I was going to talk to him about my depression).
She doesn't trust doctors,but I need to tell him my situation so I can get help,because it's MY life.
I had to move back home for financial reasons. I thought my level of self-sufficiency and independance would've had some kind of...backbone being back home,but it doesn't.
She's controlling my life,and I'm suffering in silence.