It’s 4:00 in the morning, just finished having an anxiety attack, so I figured I’d dump all this junk in my head out onto here and go to bed if I can.
I’m convinced I’m a terrible person and at this point, I feel like there’s no looking around it. Everyone says find something you love and pursue it, do what makes you happy. Well atm, nothing makes me happy. And the two things I’ve dreamed of doing, I am completely terrified to try and achieve. They require the skill of self esteem and that I do not posses, or at least can’t figure it out. I can’t remember a time when I had self esteem so I have no clue what that feels like.
I wish I was four years old again, with everything I know now. Screw this perfection driven, “just be you, but only just a little cause you’re too much,” trendy, fake, toxicity spreading society we live in. I look in the mirror and I see the opposite of what I was supposed to be. Parents split, changes my world before I even knew what was going on. I Wasn’t good enough for mommy and step dad, Father let his new girlfriend wreck my emotional stability for 6 years before my grandmother had to step in. Constantly grounded for months at a time with nothing but walls to stare at, biting at my nails, itching my skin. Thinking suicidal thoughts at 12 years old, writing “ you’re disgusting and I hate you,” on anything and everything and made sure to hide it from mom.
Mom decided it was a good idea to let me go to school with makeup in 4th grade, it became a staple, I hated myself without it. And now it’s become a must if I leave the house. Hit in the face enough times to flinch anytime she came near me and would punish me for flinching as well. Always getting in my face and screaming, with cigarettes staining her breath from the stress I was putting on her she says. Step Dad sees the physicality of her anger towards me and claims he didn’t see a thing and made sure to knock me once or twice too. Having a woman I barely know, start dating my Father and completely wedge her way into our family and try to tear it apart. Threatening to grab me by the throat and shove me through walls. Eventually went as far as to claim I was sexually attracted to my own Father when I was 14 years old. It came down to me having to defend myself after she tried attacking me after school one day.
This is a very short summary of the things that still haunt me, but I feel like I should be passed them by now. I hate that I let my past completely change me into this scared introvert who can’t do anything without having an anxiety attack. I haven’t experienced life and I feel like I don’t want to anymore. If this is what the world is like, anything like what I experienced growing up, why? I’m not strong enough, I’m not enough in general for the way people live in this world. I’m not proud of me or who I am, I’m disgusted. I don’t blame my parents, I just blame me. Maybe I could have been a better child and made it easier on them. I caused this pain and I know I deserve every hardship I face.
Good night