I'm genuinely worried I might soon have a nervous breakdown. My grandma's funeral is tomorrow and this whole week has been a tipping point for me so far.
It was a huge mistake for me to come back to the States to be closer to family. My family is not helping; they're sucking the life out of me. I don't have my own space, today they ate the only food I have remaining, food that was meant to last me at least another week, because i have no money at all and haven't been paid from work yet. I had specifically told them that my food was in there and that I needed to preserve it. But one of my cousins took it and cooked it up for everyone else. Now I have a can of soup and bread to last me another week.
Perhaps the most outrageous thing, though, is that if I even confront them on anything, they act like I'm crazy and overreacting. All I want is for my stuff to be left alone, and me to have some space.
My baby also will not stop crying. Whenever I need to sleep or desperately need a couple minutes of silence and peace, he screams at the top of his lungs, nonstop. It's likely teething, or gas. Yes, both of these things are normal, and yes, i've been through screaming fits before and I know it's what babies do.
But I have less patience for that when my relatives are around sucking the life out of me. These past few days, when my baby starts crying nonstop, I genuinely want to just get up and leave the house, for good. And never come back. Or give him up for adoption. Or just hang myself to get a minute of rest. Yes, I have had that thought. I don't think I'll act on it, but I have had that thought. Either run and abandon everyone, including my baby, or just hang myself. I'm at a breaking point. I don't know what to do. Nowhere to go, no money to stay at a hotel, and no light at the end of the tunnel.
It was a huge mistake for me to come back to the States to be closer to family. My family is not helping; they're sucking the life out of me. I don't have my own space, today they ate the only food I have remaining, food that was meant to last me at least another week, because i have no money at all and haven't been paid from work yet. I had specifically told them that my food was in there and that I needed to preserve it. But one of my cousins took it and cooked it up for everyone else. Now I have a can of soup and bread to last me another week.
Perhaps the most outrageous thing, though, is that if I even confront them on anything, they act like I'm crazy and overreacting. All I want is for my stuff to be left alone, and me to have some space.
My baby also will not stop crying. Whenever I need to sleep or desperately need a couple minutes of silence and peace, he screams at the top of his lungs, nonstop. It's likely teething, or gas. Yes, both of these things are normal, and yes, i've been through screaming fits before and I know it's what babies do.
But I have less patience for that when my relatives are around sucking the life out of me. These past few days, when my baby starts crying nonstop, I genuinely want to just get up and leave the house, for good. And never come back. Or give him up for adoption. Or just hang myself to get a minute of rest. Yes, I have had that thought. I don't think I'll act on it, but I have had that thought. Either run and abandon everyone, including my baby, or just hang myself. I'm at a breaking point. I don't know what to do. Nowhere to go, no money to stay at a hotel, and no light at the end of the tunnel.