My mom seems to think (and now her sister) that I need to go on disability and though my health is poor, I'm trying to look for jobs on line and jobs I can do instead of throwing in the towel and giving up completely. I'm getting help for my depression and stress, but the environment at home is all gloom and doom, I think if I could unhinge from it I could thrive again.
Instead of encouraging me they want me to do it so I don't have the stress of not being able to find anything. And probably get my independence back.
The severe enmeshment keeps going on and on.
It's a matter of 'waiting' everything is 'just wait' but it is part of her (and mine) codepence dance.