The reason why I'm posting this is that over New Year's, I went on a week long cruise with my family. I had a pretty solid week of very good days. By good days, I mean I had to make sure I ate, major hydrating, lots of sleeping, and every little trick in the book that we potsies make ourselves do. I had days that I was miserable and wanted to die, but I kept that to myself so I wouldn't ruin the vacation for everyone else. I just told myself to have fun until I collapse because I wasn't saving my spoons for anything else. I was on pure adrenaline. When I returned to my apartment, I crashed for a solid week. I can't even describe how miserable I was. I had no regrets, though. I spent every last spoon and then some to have the time of my life. This has come back to bite me, though. My family keeps judging how I should be all the time based on my behavior during that week. I could hardly do that for one week, let alone all the time! I took two college courses last semester. I got so burnt out I wished everyday a skateboarder would run over me so I could get some rest. I became so depressed from burnout, but my family doesn't see that. I had POTS when I started college, but it was not as bad as it is now. I went from being a full time student to only taking two classes. Now I'm taking the semester off to finish an incomplete course. I am an art student with a concentration in painting and drawing. I've been finding it more and more difficult to do those things. I have been taking classes in digital art because I can do that for much longer than traditional media. I haven't been able to take some of my required classes because they are too dangerous for me. I'm having to make some important decisions right now with my education and life. However, my family has been hard on me. I feel like I can't change my concentration because I have a few good days here and there, but not enough to finish a painting on time. Plus the smell of paint and other media when I'm nauseated is horrible. My mom's advice of “pushing through” just like I could do for that one vacation just makes me sicker, crash longer, and burnout faster. I just feel like my family either wants me sick and bedridden or healthy and doing everything with no in between. I know they just want the best for me. It just seems like when I'm having a bad day, they want me to push harder. When I'm having a good day and crash, I'm scolded for pushing myself. No happy medium is allowed.