"Have you been taking your medicine?"
"We've been over this, Mom. You already know I'm not."
"Then why am I still paying for it? & your doctor visits!"
"You know, I get it. No, don't roll your eyes, I'm certainly not being the cliché mom who says they remember exactly what it was like to be your age because honestly, I don't. The world is so different today too, hell, a celebrity is President so I won't go there, but I remember enough to know it's not easy. I'm not trying to make it harder on you either but this. Talking to you—"
"How about listening to me?"
"I try to but you have to admit, it's hard to understand why you don't want to take the only thing that can help you."
"Because they don't help me, they numb me. There's a difference."
"If someone were screaming in your ears & you wanted me to make it stop, I'd cover your ears. I'd suppress them. I couldn't stop the screaming. I couldn't take away the noise, so I can only compress your ability to feel it. Isn't that what the medicine is doing?"
"If you say so.""
"I'm asking you! Tell me. Please."
"We're almost at school, I'm going to be late."
"This conversation isn't over, young lady."
"I didn't think it was! I'm just late for class, okay?"
"I love you!"
"Love you too."
I promise you I'm not always this big a jerk. I just have been having the weirdest, most realistic dreams for the past week; to the point where it doesn't feel like I've slept at all since they began. I don't have time to explain that to my mother though because as you can see, she's already worried my head's going to pop off any second. Her concern is not entirely misplaced but the pressure it causes only adds to the weight I put on myself already. I can't think about that now though because I need to focus. It's a lot of hard work to pretend you're normal.
I think we all can attest to that in some way or another.