I get so run down from my family, and I don't even know why. Talking to my mom on the phone just now, I felt overwhelmed, and I'm just glad to be done with the conversation. I tried to bring up the cutting in a non-chalant way...she knows about it but tends to avoid it. This time, we were talking about the non-epileptic seizure I had, and she was saying all kinds of "it was probably brought on by your anemia" etc. I'm smarter than that. I know that they are induced by stress. She just doesn't like it that I refuse to blame the stress on my Dad(who I just recently got to know again after being estranged from him and his family since I was 10). My Dad is a truly loving parent, and she doesn't want to ever acknowledge that

This is hard for me. God forbid my stress just might be a result of her not being the oh so perfect parent she believes herself to be.
So anyway, I told her, no, maybe it happened because I stopped cutting for a little while, and she got all silent. When I asked her if she was feeling uncomfortable, she said no, she just "loves me so much, and go through it all for me, just like Jesus would." I am a Christian, but sometimes this is much for me. Whether she wants to bear it all for me or not, this is still my cross to bear, so her saying that really doesn't do much good

What I really want to talk about is how devastated I am that my family life was never normal, and still isn't, now that I'm a returned castaway to the "good" side of the family after 13 years.. And she doesn't want to hear that. Because she doesn't think it's true. She wants me to stay away from them. But I love them
Thank you for letting me pour out these feelings. If anyone has support or words, I appreciate them, but I don't expect them. I know my burdens are confusing and complicated.