Yesterday my dad called me a loser because I am underemployed right now. I am looking for another job that fits with the uni break, asking managers for more shifts, trying to better myself by actually having hobbies for once in my life and doing things with friends. Yeah, I still don’t wake up super early, and yeah, I’m not happy with my life either, but I feel like I’m getting somewhere, after years of fighting battles in my mind and making shitty decisions.
Then you’ve got my twin sister who has had a full-time job even when she was studying, has a mortgage and her life is work, and she can get through each day without having to reassure herself that she’s going to be fine. Most people my age aren’t lucky enough to be in this position, but somehow this is the standard I’m expected to uphold. No one says it, but just by the way people in my life baby me around, I can tell that that’s the way they want me to be.
/ end vent with lots of cognitive distortions
He did apologise, saying he believes in me and that he was just trying to push me, but that’s definitely a mean thing to call someone.