Okay. This is my first time actually opening up about what’s going on in my life. So here goes....
I am a 30 yr old mother of 2 young children. 8 and 2. This past year has been a struggle. My 8 yr old has been diagnosed with high functioning autism/adhd/anxiety/depression, and my 2 yr old is just going through the ‘terrible two’ stage right now. I often notice that when she cries, so do I. I was with her father for about two years before he tried to kill me. He became very abusive, and told me if I ever tried to leave him, he would do so. He definitely tried, but as u can see, I’m still here. I guess that has to mean something. *shrugs*.
So now I’m raising 2 children alone. Completely alone. Hoping they don’t ever make the same mistakes that I did. I made ALOT of mistakes. Sometimes I don’t even know how to speak up for myself, although some ppl would consider me a loud mouth.
The person who always been the closest to me, is now a stranger. My mother. She has been through a lot. From getting addicted to pain pills, which stemmed from her breaking her back...to now having a stroke and being wheelchair bound, due to her not having feeling in her left side. I always thought she was so strong. The strongest woman I knew. Now she is so helpless and seems so weak. She lets my stepfather walk all over her and doesn’t speak up anymore, like she used to. I guess she just feels helpless now.
One of my closest cousins got into a horrible car accident. She is only 36. Can’t really move on her own. Can’t talk too well. Has to build up her vocal cords, since she had a trek in her throat for months after the accident. I just don’t understand why this happened to her. She always wanted children, and now..she has a low percentage of that ever happening. I feel so bad. Why her? She went from working on the trauma floor as a nurse, to becoming a trauma patient herself. How ironic.
Everything has been happening back to back. Although it hasn’t affected me physically, it definitely has mentally..and sometimes I feel I can’t take it. Like I’m lost. I had been taking anxiety and depression meds for years, and finally decided to quit taking both of them bc they changed me. I wasn’t myself. I was numb. I didn’t care. I abused them. 1 didn’t work anymore, so i would take more. I felt like since i wasn’t crying everyday, they were working and I was fine. I was wrong. They completely changed the person i was. They made me so bold, I’d even steal whatever I needed for my kids when i didn’t have the money...or I’d say hurtful things to ppl close to me and honestly (at the time) didn’t care about the consequences. A horrible horrible way to be. The meds affected me differently than it did others, I guess. Now that I’ve stopped taking them, I’m back to myself. My crybaby, hurt, scorned self. :/
I feel stuck. Everything from my past is catching up to me, and I’m actually afraid for what’s to come. It’s all bad news. Any news I’ve gotten is bad news. I’m just tired. I know I’ve made my bed, so I have to lay in it. Although I know that since now I can’t change the past, I’m hoping I can change the future.
I feel like I’ll never find someone to genuinely love me. I just feel like a complete mess. I have my children, so I should feel blessed to have them..& I really do love them with everything in me, but I feel like I’m failing them. I don’t feel like a good mother at all. All I do is cry. I try not to let them see me do that, but sometimes it just happens. I just break down. My 8 yr old feels like his life is so hard right now. Although he doesn’t have to do anything but go to school and live life, he isn’t happy. I feel like the one to blame for that.
There’s so much more to everything that I just wrote, but that’s whats going on in a nut shell. & that’s only what’s been happening lately. I have a lot of bottled up emotions from my past, but everyone keeps telling me to move forward. I’m trying. My therapist thinks I’m doing great, but I don’t see it.
I’ll maybe write more later. Going to try to get rest. My mind is constantly worrying about things. Wish I could look forward to the holidays. This year is just so horrible to me. I just said the other day, “If I’m going to feel this way everyday, I might as well feel like this in hell.” A horrible way of thinking. But lately, I just don’t want to be here anymore. :’(