A letter to my mother

My bad moods having abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with you. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m upset with you, but I’m not. You try spending a whole summer watching everything you’ve worked for fall through, leaving you feeling trapped and hopeless. I wish I could blame all of this on someone, but I can’t which makes it worse. It’s no fair for you to expect me to bottle up everything and fake being happy just to please you. It doesn’t help when it seems like your post-op care plan seems to basically consist of making me feel like I am incapable and that I won’t be able to do anything for myself for way longer than all the instructions say. I already know I am limited, don’t make me feel worse.Holding patterns are shit, and unfortunately I’m in one.

TLDR : I’m not ungrateful just because I am pissed about feeling stuck.