I do too many drugs.
And my parents know about it.
"Just don't do it in the house."
Ok.
Their thought on letting me do these things - "If we say 'no' to anything you want to do, you'll still do it."
They're partially correct.

But I'm not dead, so that means they're doing something right.
And these therapy sessions aren't doing shit.
Work's hard on me.
And these meds are shredding me to bits.
This is me basically complaining.
I'm also on my period.
Thus the complaining.