I’m getting ready to go, and my ma is speaking rudely to me, despite me not giving her any attitude. She’s been a horrible person (alcoholic) to me and my brothers. She says, “You’re not coming if you’re going to be in a bad mood.” Fine. “Alright, I’m not going to go.” She snaps at me. She knows that I have suicidal thoughts and self-destructive tendencies + the fact that I got hammered last night. Why doesn’t she care? This isn’t normal for a 15-year-old. I keep pushing, waiting for her to notice. She doesn’t notice. I have low blood sugar, that’s why I’m in a bad mood. Fuck you. This is why I want to fucking drink. Nobody ever cuts me any fucking slack.
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i just want to clarify; my ma is the one who said i have “low blood sugar and thats why im having a mental breakdown.” i was being facetious.
I do get annoyed with people that say that sort of thing…. “It must just be your diet.” It’d be nice if things worked like that and having an improper diet could lead to depression…. At worst a poor diet will lead to feeling a bit off.
Although having an improper diet can lead to depression. Always eating takeout, chips, chocolate ect. It’s not typically a suicidal depression. More of a “do I have to” type of depression. Just watch super size me its about a guy that does an experiment by eating nothing but McDonald’s for I think a month. He’ll tell you about it. I watched it awhile ago so I can’t really quote anything he said but I remember he said he felt horrible physically and mentally.
Besides my advice to anyone would be a healthy diet and exersice (depending on the case) feeling good about yourself is a good start to helping with depression. I know I feel better after a good home cooked meal and not the best after takeout.