I'm tired of living with crazy people. I don't mean eccentric, weird in a funny way kind of crazy, I mean the seeing-several-doctors-taking-meds-and-going-in-the-hospital kind of crazy. I know it is tiring for the crazy people, but it is incredibly tiring for the family, too. Their crisis always becomes my crisis as well, and when I fail to agree that there is a real "reason" for the crisis - meaning, something other than the fact that you're crazy - I become the enemy and part of your problem.
I'm just tired. Supportive, but tired. Can't I just support you without participating? My lack of emotion and concern at the third time this week you have had a breakdown and required a large amount of my time and energy does not mean I don't care about yoru problem. If anything, I care more than you, because I desperately want you to get well. If you think it's hard to live in a world of your own making, it's even harder for me to have to live in the world of your making, because I can't even see the world.
Gosh.
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i hear ya. i grew up with a mom who was in and out of hospitals. it's hard sometimes.
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