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How do you communicate to your parents?
a) on an overall basis
b) when an issue comes up
My parents have raised me to believe life revolves around going to a great college and having a great job. It's the way they have been raised too. It's made a person who feels contempt for people who didn't go to the "best" colleges and have the "best" jobs. I end up judging people against these measurements too. I wish I didn't b/c I know the best person is one who is closest in to God, as in he or she has lots of faith. But the biggest problem is that when I accepted Islam, i had to change my way of thinking, and the hardest part of that was trying to stop "please others" society and parents.
I've miserable all of my life b/c I did everything just for others and my "image." It's just been one hell of life, trying to prove myself to people. To people who don't care about me. I've tried so hard.... to be what America wants me to be. I wore the outfits. I shopped at abercrombie, pacsun, I wore jeans, I straightened my hair, I wore earring, necklaces, I went to the movies, I swore alot, I talked like the average teenager with shallow conversations and stupid interjections, I got the grades, I was empathetic so people would like me too, I was kind to people because partly I was afraid, and partly because I wanted them to like me. Living in the suburbs, there was immense pressure to be a certain of pressure, growing up. I did everything not because I wanted to do it for a good reason but because I was afraid as a child and I didn't want to be different.
I was so tired of it. It gets easier once you get away from schoolchildren and grow up, but I still feel immersed in that world b/c of its effects on me.
Nothing I do feels sincere. I am so tired of outside pressures, everytime I sin, I don't fear God, I fear what people will think of me. It's stupid, I know. I should have grown out of it. But I try so hard.
I want to tell my parents to stop pressuring me b/c I'm not going to do anything bad :enough!: I just want whatever my good deeds to be sincere.
They just don't get it. They want me to be happy, but they don't realize that I want the same things they want me to have, but for different motives.
All this pressure has caused serious problems for me: depression, bipolarity, irritability, serious paranoia, binge eating, diabetes, high cholesterol, skin disease, chemical imbalance in my blood, cynicism, pessimism, disinterest in life, laziness...
I was already a sensitive, weak person but I don't think I can take anymore.
I've been crying all morning.
I know other people have it so much worse than I do. but right now, logical thought is out of the question. My head hurts too much.
Every sinceI accepted Islam, I get this false sense of security or hope because I feel like the things I'm doing, I'm doing for Allah (swt) but I'm not. I just continue to be miserable.
I want to talk to my parents, I just have a really bad relationship with them. As a family, we all hate each other. We only get along when we're either joking around. It's not that the good joking around. It's the joking where a bunch of pessismists sit around and tell sarcastic and cynical jokes.
It seems like i always chose my desires over the right thing. I can't keep up with my prayers because I'd rather do nothing or watch t.v.
It's like a cycle.

a) on an overall basis
b) when an issue comes up
My parents have raised me to believe life revolves around going to a great college and having a great job. It's the way they have been raised too. It's made a person who feels contempt for people who didn't go to the "best" colleges and have the "best" jobs. I end up judging people against these measurements too. I wish I didn't b/c I know the best person is one who is closest in to God, as in he or she has lots of faith. But the biggest problem is that when I accepted Islam, i had to change my way of thinking, and the hardest part of that was trying to stop "please others" society and parents.
I've miserable all of my life b/c I did everything just for others and my "image." It's just been one hell of life, trying to prove myself to people. To people who don't care about me. I've tried so hard.... to be what America wants me to be. I wore the outfits. I shopped at abercrombie, pacsun, I wore jeans, I straightened my hair, I wore earring, necklaces, I went to the movies, I swore alot, I talked like the average teenager with shallow conversations and stupid interjections, I got the grades, I was empathetic so people would like me too, I was kind to people because partly I was afraid, and partly because I wanted them to like me. Living in the suburbs, there was immense pressure to be a certain of pressure, growing up. I did everything not because I wanted to do it for a good reason but because I was afraid as a child and I didn't want to be different.
I was so tired of it. It gets easier once you get away from schoolchildren and grow up, but I still feel immersed in that world b/c of its effects on me.
Nothing I do feels sincere. I am so tired of outside pressures, everytime I sin, I don't fear God, I fear what people will think of me. It's stupid, I know. I should have grown out of it. But I try so hard.
I want to tell my parents to stop pressuring me b/c I'm not going to do anything bad :enough!: I just want whatever my good deeds to be sincere.
They just don't get it. They want me to be happy, but they don't realize that I want the same things they want me to have, but for different motives.
All this pressure has caused serious problems for me: depression, bipolarity, irritability, serious paranoia, binge eating, diabetes, high cholesterol, skin disease, chemical imbalance in my blood, cynicism, pessimism, disinterest in life, laziness...
I was already a sensitive, weak person but I don't think I can take anymore.
I've been crying all morning.
I know other people have it so much worse than I do. but right now, logical thought is out of the question. My head hurts too much.
Every sinceI accepted Islam, I get this false sense of security or hope because I feel like the things I'm doing, I'm doing for Allah (swt) but I'm not. I just continue to be miserable.
I want to talk to my parents, I just have a really bad relationship with them. As a family, we all hate each other. We only get along when we're either joking around. It's not that the good joking around. It's the joking where a bunch of pessismists sit around and tell sarcastic and cynical jokes.
It seems like i always chose my desires over the right thing. I can't keep up with my prayers because I'd rather do nothing or watch t.v.
It's like a cycle.
