It has been like that since March, and now she demands that we explain why we cut them off our life. We explained, and she refuses to understand that she is hurting us. She doesn't respect our boundaries and all other things that are too long to list on in here.
Just a couple days ago, I was told that I have no right to hurt over what my mother says to other people about me and my family because she says that "these things are true" and that she doesn't understand why I was upset.
So I decided to just stop talking to any of them. I stopped trying to please people and I stopped seeking validation and approval. I stopped trying to find common ground and building one when there aren't. I stopped allowing them into my life and they didn't like that.
I found out I have a hidden talent of crying for people who don't know I exist and who I actually do not know and have no relations whatsoever at all on TikTok.
I consciously, purposefully with full of effort drowned myself in art. Art is my therapy, my best friend, my solace. But the noise from inside my head is always too loud and it fuels the pain and anger from deep down 'til I get too exhausted to keep myself stable.
I had such a rough start this year. Spiraled down on too many occasion. Forgot how to calm myself and to put myself first. I bottled in too much emotions only for them to come roaring out in a hot ugly mess.