My mom doesn’t seem to understand that I’m trying to get better. She found my journal and read it. She read all of it. She knows I’m hurting myself and that it’s just a habit now. She knows things I didn’t want anyone to know. I feel so betrayed. I feel fine but then she brings it up and it reminds me how mad I am at her. I know she’s just concerned and trying to help, but honestly, she doesn’t have to ask me every single night if I’ve hurt myself. And she most certainly didn’t have to read MY personal stuff. This feeling is just so irritating. I’ve been getting urges and I don’t want to blame my mom, but that seems to be the only thing that’s making me feel this way. Honestly, I don’t even know what to do. I want to destroy that journal. I can’t even look at it without feeling betrayed. I can’t write anymore and that’s what helped me the most. I feel like if I snap, it’ll be her fault. I plan out what I’m going to say to her, but then I can’t say it because I don’t want to deal with her anymore. She didn’t even admit reading my journal was wrong. I don’t know what to do. How do I talk to her without getting upset? What do I even say?