LemonMelon
More 5G Than Man
Many of you have read my posts for quite a long time. I am a regular here, posting since I was 13. I'm 16 now and I've never really talked all that much about my personal life, but I'm about to now. Be warned. This post is quite long.
For many years (eight to be more or less exact), I have been homeschooled. For those who have never partaken in this type of learning, it may be difficult to quite understand the challenges it brings to the table. Since I was eight, my dad (who has been unemployed since 1996 or so) and I have lived together at home while my mom goes to work to bring home the bread. At first, this arrangement seemed wonderful, but all that glitters...
My life, to put it quite simply, is depressing. Since last month, with the addition of a new dog to the family, things have only become more challenging and dreadful. I wake up in the morning, I am allotted an hour or so to get breakfast and sufficiently prepare myself for my day, and then, for the remainder of the day, I am a dog-sitter. My parents help, which is great, but I still have little to no actual private time of my own. Do you want to know what kids my age are doing right now? They're having a life. But me, I have no life. I never have a life. What happens when school starts? Not much. Same deal, only with extra work on top.
So, you may be asking, why not just go to school for real and get out of there? The reason that I refuse to do this is because here in Hazzard County, there aren't many quality schools to choose from. The options are either a military-esque Baptist school where they beat you over the snout with a rolled-up newspaper (or, in this case, a Bible) if you look at a teacher funny, or the public schools which are, frankly, not very safe. Drugs, guns, fights...good times. Even if I wanted to there, my parents wouldn't let me. They have their heads on straight.
Now, before I indulge myself in misery, as I am about to in a couple of paragraphs, I must say that I am quite well off. I have two parents that love me, a fabulous home in a semi-secluded area (or it used to be), two dogs that love me, a solid allowance, and all of the toys I need (two computers, digital camera, 5-10 video game systems...etc. ), not to mention my parents are already willing to help pay my way through college (they just ask that I get a part time job to help out). Basically, I'm pretty much set. No problem. Or so it seems.
Riches have a funny way of looking a lot worse when you've had them for a while. My mother, who works quite hard and does very well, also happens to have her priorities all screwed up. My folks have never gotten along, and she has done nothing to help. Men want to be the breadwinners, and it eats my dad alive that he isn't. This, of course, causes strain. She isn't home enough, and this is quite frustrating. Even when she is home, she is absorbed in her career. Divorce has come up countless times over the years, and things never seem to improve between them for long. I think now would be a good time to discuss my own issues.
I am multi-phobic, stress-filled, and, frankly, I've been on the edge of a nervous breakdown for about a month. It doesn't help that I have chronic stomach trouble (IBS and acid reflux, mostly) as well as occasional insomnia, both of which I can attribute to stress. With all of these problems, I have to deal with my parents, the dogs, and, ultimately, myself. It's positively maddening, really. I wouldn't wish the cushy, yet emotionally stressful life I live on anyone...man or beast. Speaking of beasts, let me discuss the new dog.
He is a beagle, has been with us for almost a month, and is, honestly, one of the greatest burdens I've ever saddled myself with. For some, I'm sure it would be cake to take care of him, but with all of the other things I'm going through, getting him was the last thing I should have done. He's a wonderful, sweet, affectionate dog, but ultimately, it's just too much. My parents won't let me get rid of him, so I'm stuck. It could just be the bad mood I'm in, but I've quite forgotten all of the great plans I had for him. It just sucks. Everything just sucks.
There isn't much more to say except that I'm very unhappy with how my life is going. I'm not suicidal, just frustrated. Ultimately though, I'm very hopeful for my adult life and I know that, once I'm forced to actually get a life, I'll feel better for it. College can't come soon enough. I have enough problems of my own, and I don't feel like dealing with anyone else's right now. However, I must. I'll suck it up and continue on. It's how I'm able to talk to others when they have similar troubles.
Really, I'm not quite as miserable as this topic may lead on, but I definitely have moments where I am. This is one of those. In the morning, most likely after I've gotten a good breakfast and a good night's sleep, I'll feel much better and this topic will seem melodramatic. Hormones suck, for real.
I'm not looking for advice, I'm not looking for pity, but I'll accept either, if you're giving them out. Please keep me in your prayers. I would like that very much.
God bless.
For many years (eight to be more or less exact), I have been homeschooled. For those who have never partaken in this type of learning, it may be difficult to quite understand the challenges it brings to the table. Since I was eight, my dad (who has been unemployed since 1996 or so) and I have lived together at home while my mom goes to work to bring home the bread. At first, this arrangement seemed wonderful, but all that glitters...
My life, to put it quite simply, is depressing. Since last month, with the addition of a new dog to the family, things have only become more challenging and dreadful. I wake up in the morning, I am allotted an hour or so to get breakfast and sufficiently prepare myself for my day, and then, for the remainder of the day, I am a dog-sitter. My parents help, which is great, but I still have little to no actual private time of my own. Do you want to know what kids my age are doing right now? They're having a life. But me, I have no life. I never have a life. What happens when school starts? Not much. Same deal, only with extra work on top.
So, you may be asking, why not just go to school for real and get out of there? The reason that I refuse to do this is because here in Hazzard County, there aren't many quality schools to choose from. The options are either a military-esque Baptist school where they beat you over the snout with a rolled-up newspaper (or, in this case, a Bible) if you look at a teacher funny, or the public schools which are, frankly, not very safe. Drugs, guns, fights...good times. Even if I wanted to there, my parents wouldn't let me. They have their heads on straight.
Now, before I indulge myself in misery, as I am about to in a couple of paragraphs, I must say that I am quite well off. I have two parents that love me, a fabulous home in a semi-secluded area (or it used to be), two dogs that love me, a solid allowance, and all of the toys I need (two computers, digital camera, 5-10 video game systems...etc. ), not to mention my parents are already willing to help pay my way through college (they just ask that I get a part time job to help out). Basically, I'm pretty much set. No problem. Or so it seems.
Riches have a funny way of looking a lot worse when you've had them for a while. My mother, who works quite hard and does very well, also happens to have her priorities all screwed up. My folks have never gotten along, and she has done nothing to help. Men want to be the breadwinners, and it eats my dad alive that he isn't. This, of course, causes strain. She isn't home enough, and this is quite frustrating. Even when she is home, she is absorbed in her career. Divorce has come up countless times over the years, and things never seem to improve between them for long. I think now would be a good time to discuss my own issues.
I am multi-phobic, stress-filled, and, frankly, I've been on the edge of a nervous breakdown for about a month. It doesn't help that I have chronic stomach trouble (IBS and acid reflux, mostly) as well as occasional insomnia, both of which I can attribute to stress. With all of these problems, I have to deal with my parents, the dogs, and, ultimately, myself. It's positively maddening, really. I wouldn't wish the cushy, yet emotionally stressful life I live on anyone...man or beast. Speaking of beasts, let me discuss the new dog.
He is a beagle, has been with us for almost a month, and is, honestly, one of the greatest burdens I've ever saddled myself with. For some, I'm sure it would be cake to take care of him, but with all of the other things I'm going through, getting him was the last thing I should have done. He's a wonderful, sweet, affectionate dog, but ultimately, it's just too much. My parents won't let me get rid of him, so I'm stuck. It could just be the bad mood I'm in, but I've quite forgotten all of the great plans I had for him. It just sucks. Everything just sucks.
There isn't much more to say except that I'm very unhappy with how my life is going. I'm not suicidal, just frustrated. Ultimately though, I'm very hopeful for my adult life and I know that, once I'm forced to actually get a life, I'll feel better for it. College can't come soon enough. I have enough problems of my own, and I don't feel like dealing with anyone else's right now. However, I must. I'll suck it up and continue on. It's how I'm able to talk to others when they have similar troubles.
Really, I'm not quite as miserable as this topic may lead on, but I definitely have moments where I am. This is one of those. In the morning, most likely after I've gotten a good breakfast and a good night's sleep, I'll feel much better and this topic will seem melodramatic. Hormones suck, for real.
I'm not looking for advice, I'm not looking for pity, but I'll accept either, if you're giving them out. Please keep me in your prayers. I would like that very much.
God bless.