the past is always there to hunt you, doesn’t matter what you do.
A year ago, I was kick out from my parents house due to a rebellious act. I remembered that day having a migraine and calling my parents to pick me up at work because I was feeling really bad. My work at the time was locate a 1 hour by car from my parents house; 2 hours by bus…
They picked my up and drove back home… at the way home, they were talking about my life, and that I should reconsider going back to the USA and finish my college. I was making a bad decision by staying in Panama. they also comment about my behavior and if I didn’t want to go back to USA I should then call the director and let him know about it.
My head still hurts, the way home is getting a little bit longer that usual, I want to go to sleep and wait for the pain to go away…
they kept talking and talking… even though I was very quiet and not moving… they kept talking their mind out.
I couldn’t hold myself any longer and I had to scream, “YA!!” my mother and father looked back at me and said ”what’s wrong!! with you!! how dare you to scream at us! after we drove all the way, to pick you up!” ”how dare you!!” ” I’m not allowing that type of behavior in my house” ”get out!!” take your stuff and leave the house NOW!!”
By then, we had arrived home and I just had time to get some close and money… and I leave…
as you can see, I said nothing during the whole time they were scream at me, and being mad at me. because that’s who I am, I don’t scream, I’m not that kind of person, I’m always quite… but I guess enough is enough.
That was not the only time I felt different, there were more; but this, was the only one which left scar in my heart and soul.
Paxil changed my life, but not for good. I’m glad is almost over.
