Lately I’ve been having some convincing thoughts about moving in with my parents. In Norway.
It makes no sense.
The part of Norway my mother lives in is a rural area far from everything and with poot mental health care at best.
The part my dad lives in is more urban and has much better services, but still.
I like it here in Denmark. Sure, it would be easier to let my parents take care of me, but it’s not substainable in the long run, and it wouldn’t feel dignified.
Still, these voices or thoughts or whatever they are keep telling me to move back in with them.
That I should give it all up and go home. Say goodbye to the few people I do know here.
I have a life here. I have friends, I have help, social groups, people who care.
Why am I so eager to give it all up and run?
How do I fight this?
When I’m feeling depressed, or something is going very wrong, my instinct is also to run away and start over elsewhere. It seems easier to me than staying and fixing my problems. Maybe that’s what you’re feeling? You have a lot of life stress, and the idea of letting someone else shoulder some of that burden must be appealing.
If you want to stay in Denmark, it sounds like you could really use more support than you’re currently getting.
is the Danish language similar to the Norwegian…it must have been hard adapting to the Danish language
btw, I live with my parents and im 42…I don’t feel stigma…I help my parents and they help me…if I did live waay ferom them, it would probably be supported living
The languages are very similar, but grammatically different, and things are pronounced different as well.
The language wasn’t hard to adapt to as we spoke Danish at home when I grew up, and I did a year in a Danish boarding school. It was hard to learn the nuances, though. And the cultures are different, so that took some getting used to.
Fun fact, if you say “Han er så rar, han griner hele tiden”, it means “He’s so nice, he laughs all the time” in Danish, while in Norwegian it means “He’s so weird, he cries all the time”
My voices tormented me when I had to move back in with my parents. I felt undignified as well. I wanted to be independent. I learned not to listen to or follow the advice of my voices. They were just messing with me!
