“honey, did you take your medication this morning?”
why do you even ask when it’s glaringly obvious that you won’t trust me when i say yes?

i’ve been living by myself for over three years, and yet you still don’t trust that i’m responsible enough to take care of myself.

i’ve fought to get better every single day and i can finally say that i’m comfortable with where i am in my life. yet you don’t trust that i’m able to take care of myself.

i’ve beaten anxiety and depression despite your ignorance and once again you tell me that i can’t take care of myself.

i love you, but you have to understand that i. am. capable.