I wish all of you a very happy holiday πβ€οΈI have chosen to stop putting myself in the same situation that I've been in ever since my Mom died.
This was during the time my life imploded on me. When I lost everything and trauma, stress, anxiety and depression changed my life forever.
After my Mom's funeral, my brother-in-law told me that he would be the head of the family now, meaning that I would have to fall in line. It was an ugly moment, and his timing made it more disgusting.
I knew what he meant and I was too overwhelmed with my situation and just dismissed him. And ever since then I've been left out of "his" family.
For so many years now, I am only welcome twice a year. For Thanksgiving and Christmas.
My sisters continue doing things together, dinners, outings, children's and adult's birthdays, vacations, and just being together without me.
So every year, as the holidays get closer, I get that horrible feeling about seeing my family on these 2 days and playing along like everything is normal. Sometimes I've had so much anxiety I haven't been able to make it, but I usually go, believing that there's some hope I could have my family back.
I didn't really understand what major depressive disorder was, even as I was plunging head first into it. And when I called my ADD psychiatrist, because I couldn't stop crying all the time, not knowing which of the multiple deaths, or losses, or traumas I was crying about, he only said he wished I had called him sooner.
So, I've had to deal with all the challenges and hardships that come with it without any support from my family. I've had some money from my wealthy sister reluctantly thrown my way to keep me from being homeless again. After loosing my house (I called it my "rainforest" because it was the wild and lush tree covered haven, which I had bought by myself that I loved the most).
And after being evicted from my first rental apartment, that she felt it was her duty to help me finally, even though I had to beg and take a lot of telling off to get her help.
This year, I just decided to stop playing along with the charade. I texted my little sister and told her about the anxiety and how uncomfortable and bittersweet it was for me to go there knowing that for the rest of the year I would be forgotten.
She texted me this morning and said "sorry, we missed you."
And asked her if they missed me the rest of the year, and that I always missed them and wished her a Merry Christmas.
I don't think anything is going to change. They don't care enough to challenge my brother in-law and I give up.