I would have been less depressed if my mom wasn't beating me every time i say something she doesn't like or approve. And if she didn't complain about me to every single person she knows (or doesn't know
). Every ****ing person around already knows "that i'm a split-minded schizophrenic, that i'm an alcoholic, that i literally live in a mad house, and so on".
She's just beaten me, my lip and jaw hurt, and she was pushing me and trying to make me fall down, though she knows i can hardly stand still. Once she called her sister Natalie who is like a bull, and she came to our house at night and was beating me with her legs while i was lying on the dirty floor. Then her 2d ex husband Zhenya was beating me on the face and head and she was standing by him and smiling. And then my ex bf whom i loved to death was strangling me so that i couldn't breathe. It became his habit when i wanted to open my mouth just to have a small talk with him, because he didn't allow me to talk at all and i was feeling isolated
. Of course, all things started from my dad who used to beat me on the head with heavy metal things my entire life. That's why i had 3 micro strokes and 2 brain concussions. One time i survived only because my acquaintances from abroad sent me a medicine, and though my whole head was distended, and a pink exudate from the brain was leaking through my nose for a week, this case didn't have significant consequences.
Bleh... I regreted i'd eaten a spinach pie...
It doesn't digest now though i've taken a shower. Tomorrow we have a comission which can imply my disability-adjusted life-year. But i just want to work and live a normal life.
I wanted to go to the playground now, but it's dark, cold and raining again.
At least i can eat a triple doze of painkillers which also have an anti-depressive effect.