My clothes are aggravating me. My skin is aggravating. I want to rip the entire world away from me, or me from the entire world.
I am angry and I am hopeless and I want to scream, but I have no idea what I'd say. Nothing --- nothing --- is calming me. I have the TV on because silence is deadly. But noise makes my skin crawl.
My son is having very serious mental health issues, but he is not sharing (and he certainly has every right to keep his business to himself.) My daughter is all over the map emotionally. I gave each of them until December 31st to save enough money to live on their own --- I can't imagine that either of them have even a tiny percentage of what it would cost.
If they cannot pay rent somewhere else, I will allow them to live here, but there will be rent and bills and rules. Frankly, the idea of all three of us under one roof again scares me. We are not good for one another in a long run. And the feeling that they will have that they have failed will only blacken their moods. And as they go, I go.
Why can't I get better? My therapist and my psychiatrist and I are trying all we can, but I'm just sinking more.