i wish my mom would be supportive of me just once. earlier this week, when i mentioned finally being able to take a break today (after going to appointments once a day all week), she just scoffed and was like, "what after going to a few appointments?" as if just getting dressed and going outside doesn't completely exhaust me. just now, i admitted to her that i was kind of excited to 'start' my new volunteer job on monday, and she just started going on about how i should get a real job if i'm that excited even though the process is completely different and a real job wouldn't allow me anywhere near as much freedom or support for my physical/mental health. i thought i was finally making some progress, maybe, but now i just want to cry because even that isn't good enough apparently lol.