I keep getting the urge to just say fuck it and run away from home. Just far, far away. It was so bad today, I actually had go go outside for a while and hang around my safe place. I don’t recall anything bad happening today. My mom was literally just existing and it made me uncomfortable. So I am kind of happy I’ll get the opportunity to leave my home for a constant while hopefully soon. It’s pretty much official that I’ll go into temporary stay in a clinic or something.
But at the same time I can’t wrap my mind around the necessity of it. I know I need help, but I can never see the importance of my problems, in a way. I constantly feel like I’m overreacting or being dramatic, which is why I tend to brush it off as not “that bad” or “just a bad day” in front of other people.
Hope this makes any sense lmao