But now...NOW it's about you because you cannot fathom another perspective.
I AM OVERWHELMED.
I am exhausted. I am unappreciated. I am restless. I am pissed off. I am sober. I am depressed. I am over-stimulated. I am struggling.
I am under-staffed. I am broken. I am having trouble breathing...but all you can do is ask why I'm doing this to you. All you can do is poke and prod and throw words at me to make me even angrier so all this going on inside my head that was never about you to begin with is redirected so it is about you now !
But I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOU. I want to be my own excuse. Hell, I'm moody ! I'm anxious ! And I'm like this all on my own..right down to the chest pains as all this continues to grow. But that's not good enough for you. According to you, sensory overloads just don't happen. If you have never experienced it, it must not be real. Well I am sick and tired of not being real. I am so fed up with not being heard and not being valued...and I will not allow myself to continue on blindfolded like this.
I am enough. And I have had enough of you telling me otherwise.