Funny how they can ruin it so fast.

I hate to say it but I'm not just upset with my family I'm fucking pissed. I don't know why some of them think that they can just say something and it'll all be better, I'm not "going through a phase" it's not "Emotional issues" I have a fucking disease. Pure and simple. I didn't ask for this, I didn't wake up one morning and say hey, you know what would be cool? Being bipolar! I was fucking born this way, something that they should understand, but apparently that's too much to ask for...

If you're wondering what triggered this, it's fairly wimple, I came back and was relaxing today, got a call from my mom, and it all blew up within about the first 30 seconds of the call. First thing she want's to know is what i did this weekend, an innocuous question for most people, one hell of a land-mine when talking to her. Despite my having told her for weeks what I was going to be doing, she asks anyway, and when my answer is not quite detailed enough she starts to grill me about what exactly I did. I'm tired of it. All of it. It's gotten to the point where I don't want to pick up the phone and talk to my family anymore, my brother doesn't care, I have no idea what my mother is thinking, half the time it seems like she's well intentioned but misguided, and the other half it's like she's convinced that no one else knows what the fuck they're doing. I don't know why I bother anymore, I can talk to my dad when no one else is around, but that connection doesn't hold when the rest of teh family is around. I find myself once more lost and confused, spun about so that I don't know where to turn. All teh doors are unmarked, each one with the same confusing, loud, frightening noise coming from behind, with only one marked clearly with silence from behind. The one door I don't want to take, the door I don't even want to look at. Right now I really don't want to be alone, I just need to talk to someone, anyone, and try and explain this pain that no one seems to understand.