I thought it'd start off better

I'm visiting my parents for my vacation, because I always visit my parents for vacation. I thought I'd go on vacation and rest and relax, and it's been anything but.

My anxiety is through the roof. I've been here about 30 hours so far.

I talked with my dad yesterday as we drove from the airport to a few stores. He admitted he wanted grandchildren, but conditioned it with he'd take them in any form, whether they were genetic, adopted, or gotten by marriage. He'd be fine with it. I wanted to cry because I can't for the life of me make a relationship work.

Got crap sleep. For the most part it was four hours of uninterrupted sleep. Woke up with a nightmare. It was terrifying because I had a very similar experience to what I had dreamed. Basically if my brother wasn't in the car with me while I drove us into town, I'd have most likely died in a car accident.

Earlier, I went with my grandmother to get her hair done. I had to help her get in her car and get out. She told me to make no mistake that despite her age she was well aware of what was going on she wished this didn't have to be. She didn't want to lose her mobility. I wanted to break down crying right there but I buried it away to get through the moment. This is the grandmother that took me in after my high school suicide attempt and got me through high school.

While at the hair salon, the stylist knows my father, and she said I looked like him except taller, and talked like him, and I again wanted to cry again. I don't like my body, or being tall, or my voice among many other things about myself.

I can't focus on my writing or art for more than five to ten minutes at a time without becoming sleepy, or the nervous/anxiety just runs roughshod over my concentration.

I'm supposed to be resting and relaxing and it's just not happening. In fact it's worse than if I hadn't taken a vacation.

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