How do I work this thing?

Me: I’m not lazy I’m depressed and not motivated.

My family: you’re never getting a hamster because your not responsible enough!

Me: I literally make dinner twice every week, make sure my siblings eat lunch, do about 80% of the chores, took care of two hamsters on separate occasions for several months, fed our dog for 7 years, took care of my sisters dog when she was away, and take care of all of your shit.

My family: well, that doesn’t matter! You’re room isn’t clean!

Me: because I don’t value myself enough to take care of myself. You guys invalidating all of the shit I do doesn’t help either. So yeah. My room isn’t clean. Because I’m mentally ill. Fucking deal with it.

My family: stop making up excuses!

Me: but...... it’s literally what’s going on. This is a side effect of depression and anxiety. It’s literally what my therapist is working with me on. I’ve told you this so many times.

My family: let me guess. *mocking voice* we don’t listen to you!

//Train scene; The Danish Girl 1:24:59

Peter confused af: how???????