'Stop Thinking.' ~ (Anyone else's parents/guardians/family/friends have this same mentality?)

'You've got that look about you again.' he says, acting observant once again. The slip of my eyes, only meant to keep away from his advancing jabs and prods into my sensitive interior. My fingers gently clutching my throat under the cover of my unwashed sheets. I'd been lying here for hours, dwelling more like. Motionless physically yet wrestling with my thoughts restlessly. That 'look', had been clear as day on my face for months. The red raw bags under my eyes from hours of endless tears and sleepless nights. The grey toned colouration of my face from the lack of sunlight. The slack nature of my cheeks, now accustomed to not smiling or talking. The weight in my eyes, dull with exhaustion of my internal toil. If I only I could imitate him, straight as an arrow and as deep as a drop of rain. Get up, get on with life. I'm weighing him down too with that said yet ignored 'look'. The comment pushes me further inside myself. 'Just thinking.' I say to release the tension of his stare. Waiting for more reasoning, I thought. Dipping his toe to test the waters and see if I would let more flow. Instead he rolls his eyes, 'Well then. Stop thinking' the door closes shut barely before his commands leave him. Why hadn't I thought of it before? Let me just hit pause, cram another antidepressant down my throat, slap that inherited smile on my face and I'll be down to join the family momentarily. No further thought required, Father.