I'm an emotional, sensitive person with a history of abuse and lots of trauma. I'm on my way out of the toughest situation I've ever lived in, complete with two narcissistic roommates, nightly train horns, a nearby hospital, and insomnia. I'm moving back in with my family, this weekend being a quick preliminary move.

I got some food with my mom, went to the bathroom, and had a small cry. It was like the dam was cracking, and then we got home and it just broke completely. She heard me, and came in and gave me a hug, which was really nice, and told me to let it out, and so I did... But then she told me I need help. To get back on medication, and that she'd send me a video on my condition, that being bipolar disorder, and it was like the waterworks just stopped.

I had started to cry because I felt I was finally free from the acute stress, PTSD, and nightmares. I'd move, live in this nice room, and relax, but her words made me think I'm still so misunderstood, even away from the worst I've ever had. It was so invalidating, being told that I need to be on meds in response to just having an emotional moment, and now I'm just... Pent up again. I feel so crappy, I have another headache, my body feels achy again... I felt so good while crying, like my emotions were allowed to be free, but she insisted on... On them being shameful, or a problem. Like because I'm crying, I have to be broken or something, and it's like... No, I'm just stressed, tired, and wanting relief. I feel awful again, and now being emotional doesn't feel safe again because of her words... Idk what to do, I'm going to be living here, and I don't want more of the same.