Sometimes, I feel like I am being viewed as a special project because I experienced a “snap”.  Family members look at me differently these days (divorce and a mental breakdown will do that) and often ask if I’m okay. Not okay as in ” how are you” but as in “are you going to go down that hole again?” Some of them feel that I need to be saved or rescued. From what?  I am not a petite little flower and am no way a freaking princess. 

I am not a project and I don’t need saving. Apparently, my family believes I need saving from this big bad world. They don’t know me very well. Sigh

I am just quirky. The odd one in the family. That doesn’t mean I need saving. My family seems to take my quirkiness for weakness and incompetence. I am far from both yet, they do not recognize it.  There is a reason why I choose to live a few hours away from them.