Homeward Bound

I am sick of the resentment my family has for my actions last week. Their attitude has changed from sympathy and support to anger and disdain. I don't feel like I have changed my attitude, but it's clear it's time to move home.

I yelled at my Mum last night when she gave me a hard time for taking Nicki into A&E. I was livid that she was angry at me for supporting my friend. It wasn't about me, it was about Nicki and she didn't seem to be able to understand that.

I am still really upset with her for putting her worry onto me. I can't deal with that, I can only reassure them, and I can't fix their pain. I'm sorry I hurt them, but I can't fix them. They will just have to live with the fact I tried to kill myself. I will have to live with it too.

At this point I don't even care how much it has affected my relationship with my family. I hate how despite everything they said, they want me to feel guilty for what I did. I already do, I don't need their help for that.

It's time to go home and detach the leash. They need to start trusting my judgment, and the only way they will start to do that is if they have no say in my decisions.