@LadyZane Thank you for your comment. As time goes on, I realize that I probably should be medicated, that it may help me because I see these patterns that I can't break...I have a hard time, but mental health in the black community is like unheard of, and I just feel like it's something that I can't do. I'm afraid I'll never break this pattern, never be able to fully step outside of myself, but I'm going to keep exploring all my options because I want medication to be my last resort. It's like I'm waiting to have a complete break in order to surrender...I always think I'm going to kill myself in the future, and it just keeps getting more delusional. I don't trust counselling.
I also have a disability. I'm hard of hearing and wear hearing aids in both ears since 10 months old, so of course I have traumatic experiences from being severely mistreated and ignored constantly. I cannot heal from this without engaging in the disability community, but also, knowing and realizing that my parents wanted me to be a certain way, pushed me towards greatness, but the fact is I'm not normal, I never will be normal, I'll never hear like people who don't use hearing aids, and the fact is that I was completely isolated and alienated throughout my childhood and I'm so goddamn angry that I wasn't even around other children who were like me. I didn't have to be so alone in my life. I could've been with other deaf kids, but my parents didn't want that. They wanted me to be "better" than that, and I'll never forgive them for their choices. You have a kid with a disability, you need to ACCEPT that, and go above and beyond to make sure they're supported in those ways, but only did they in the name of success. I was put into mainstream schools where I was ridiculed and my parents kept me there for years before they filed a lawsuit agains the school. One of the teachers who discriminated against me was fired, and still I was kept in that school. They never wanted a disabled kid, from their actions. I always had to be better, I could never get good grades in school, and I never spoke clearly enough for them. I'm just so upset, why couldn't I have been myself? And for my mom to PRETEND she gives a damn about disability rights is the biggest f*cking joke of all. So now she's not getting me around. Have fun with everyone else, but you lost me years ago, and I'm not putting up with any BS.