I knew college would bring a whole new set of stressors for me to freak out over. Before I came I was panicking. How was I supposed to function by myself? If I had a mental breakdown no one would force me to go to class the way my parents had in high school. When I inevitably fell into depression how would I hide my tears from my roommate?
But college so far has not thrown me into such extreme panic that I can’t live another day. My depression has only shown up once and on my mental health side of things I am surviving. That doesn’t go to say I have been panic attack free, because if that were the case I wouldn’t be me.
My big issue here though is my roommate. When we first started texting I thought she was very nice and polite. That is not the case. My roommate is rude to me, almost all the time. And I cannot confront her because I have confrontation issues. But I know this isn’t the way it should be.
She has told me I eat too much, something that is not good for my already low self esteem and horrible body image. She has told me my outfit will get me raped. And the worst she told me to “get over” my anxiety after I told her about my experience with mental illness.
I don’t know what to do. It isn’t like I see her all day, but when I do the experience is usually negative. I don’t want to start a fight because I have to live with her. We have the same friends, so I can’t even ask their advice.
So if anyone wants to offer advice on how I can go about politely telling her she hurts my feelings that would be greatly appreciated.
Nothing but the Truth (Pretty Much) 