My family

I really don’t like my family at the best of times. Like sure I don’t interact much or whatever but they can be a massive headache. Not in the sense that I hate them- i dont, I love my family and I care for them,I do. I really do. It’s just, they forget I have memory issues, my memory is just shit. I can’t even remember if I wore sweatpants or jeans or shorts. They give me this big ass list of things to do. Of course wut they don’t know, and wut I refuse to tell them is I AM TRYING TO GET MY OWN LIFE STARTED. I’m a content creator and an artist, im sure you all know how hard being an artist can be at times. So imagine trying to work on art projects before school starts back up but you can’t cuz ur jerk of a family cant do shit themselves. I hate it. And I’m already trying to get out of a depressive episode, they just push me into it more. I used to be so extroverted but now I’m practically a hikikomori. Idk, im such a shut-in that I don’t even bother to interact with my family. (But doing that is hard because I still live with them.) But regardless. I have memory issues and my family is a major headache. Usually my depressive episodes last a few minutes, hours, or even a day if it’s bad. It’s a little over a week now and I still feel like shit.