You Can’t Complain
One day in biology, we had to get our blood types.
Mum asked me on the way home what we did in class. I told her how much the lancet hurt for getting my blood for the test. She said, “You can’t complain about a lancet hurting if you’re self-harming.”
Of course, she doesn’t remember this and still gives zero sh*t about my intense depression as a teenager and my less-intense depression now.