I have been dealing with a chronic illness that has yet to be diagnosed for over a year now. It get's so bad I literally cannot get out of bed for days. I mention this because I've noticed I have a different perspective on life now. I've gone through denial and depression but these days I seem to have found a kind of peace with this.
This peace I am happy to have acquired has led to people feeling like I'm suicidal, I think? Things like, I don't need a career to make lots of money so I can just acquire useless things to show off. I have stopped talking to people who I feel like are just emotional vampires and just have no compassion for others. My mother even told me that she feels like she screwed up with me because I'm so not normal and I care too much about other living beings. It's not like I let people push me around. Not anymore. It just occurred to me one day that we all eventually die so why are we all spending our lives trying to acquire things we really just cannot take with us when we die.
I feel like I've slowed down enough to see what's really important in life finally. I'm looking for alternate ways of living my life now that I can't work anymore or even do things that require a lot of physical activity. I'm learning to even ask other's for help when I need to. I'm just amazed how this new found serenity is rustling so many feathers around me that do not understand Buddhism. I would like to teach the dharma someday and I know not to push my opinions on others. So, why is it other people feel like they need to inform me I'm not normal and I need to see a therapist (even though I already have one)? It just appears to be odd to me.