I wish my parents understood how fragile my mood is, and how making certain comments, even just one, is enough to completely destroy it. It takes me a lot of thinking and rationalizing, reading and re-reading certain ideas to make me feel even the smallest amount of hope and belief in myself. It's like a weak little sapling, it doesn't take much to cut it down. I can't grow it into a thick, tall, mighty redwood tree right away after years of disappointments and defeats and things just not making sense.
I feel that even with my so-called intelligence (which I always questioned) and my education, even seeing myself in a middle class lifestyle (let alone a lifestyle that I truly enjoy and feel good about and actually like being me and don't at all wish I could be someone else) is like trying to convince myself that a fairy tale is real. It takes a lot of meditation on my part to feel like I have a chance, to feel like I have any sort of potential at all, and to disprove the strong gut feeling that I've had for a long time that we are just part of the "designated loser crew" (a phrase someone coined on another thread). I wake up feeling like crap every morning, and must disprove this idea every day before I even do anything, otherwise I just sit and feel hopeless, like I'm just fundamentally not good enough to have the things I'd like and to do the things I want to do and be the person I want to be, to be able to enjoy the experiences I want in my life.
I am trying to change how I think about myself and how I feel inside and trying to find a path to get on where I actually start to have some pride and even like who I am, and it's not easy. I just wish they realized that saying certain things really brings me down, and how hard it is for me to have confidence and belief in myself.