I am so sick of my brother treating my lack of work ethic like it’s a choice. The only choice I’m making is between letting myself not have a mental breakdown and staring at a blank page for an hour until I do. I’m not saying I shouldn’t work or that there’s no room for improvement it’s incredibly insulting to act like all I have to do is snap my fingers and suddenly I can work harder. My brain doesn’t work that way.

And it’s not just him. My parents treat me as a retarded pity case for it.