I’m about to be as honest as I can be. I feel like I’m on auto pilot. Trying to hide what’s really going on in my head.
Like depression doesn’t go away. I have good days and bad days. I feel like the ones that should be paying attention aren’t. I push people away and get mad when they stay away and carry on with life. Like you don’t notice?
I feel like most people don’t consider my feelings. And I’m not talking about strangers you know. I’m fine. I’m good. When really I’m not. I lack the assistant of those around me for any outlet. So when I say I’m on autopilot I’m just moving because I know I can’t stop because no one will help those I care for in my household. I’ve been silence because what I say bothers most and they feel a way and have to explain to other when they ask am I ok.
I had a conversation when one of the people I actually talk to and I said. I don’t really talk to my sisters about what’s going on with me mentally or whatever because I know what can happened if I do. So the conversations I choose to participate in are general or surface conversations. And if you know me that’s not me. I barely want them around for various reasons. But I know I’m not emotionally safe for fear it will be used against me. Or one who I dont really talk to will use it to attack me later. Talk about PTSD.
My daughter is another trigger. Like I avoid conversations because they randomly lead to arguments. Like over the stupidest stuff. She lives her. But helps when she feels like it. So I’m mostly fending for myself even when I’m overwhelmed. Like part of me wants her to go but I worry about where she will end up. After many arguments she stated I’m a bad mom. For not knowing whats going on in her life, as if she tells me. Also, she can’t talk to me (she also said thats why no one in the family talks to me also). And last but not least, Idk her. Ummm okay? Everyone that knows me knows her tone when she talks to me so yes I tune her out and/or check her. But apparently I’m doing it wrong, (what are aunties for) at least thats what my family says because I should take in account her feelings.
So back to it just being me. And they wonder why I have migraines my blood pressure is up and my hair was falling out. Holding everything in is costing me. Tell me why havent I called this therapist? Because when would I have time. And imagine me talking to her while home and my daughter decides to come down and argue with me because I’m talking about her at some point. Yeah….
I don’t want to play victim as my son’s dad will say when he is verbal abusing me. But hey my family or my sister still talks to him even after he made threats to me and hasn’t seen his son..oh my bad a few days before his birthday he took him to the corner store for snacks and left. But even letting him take him gives me anxiety because he never tells me for how long or whatever and if Im not home it can potentially turn into an argument.
Its crazy how we can offer up the advice when we are on the outside, yet when we are in the inside we cannot see. Or should I say choose not to see… all the 🚩.
Looking at my last situationship that ended in domestic violence. This man told me what he wanted, although his actions spoke different. I felt myself confused at time. Being constantly pushed away and pulled back in. Like why was I craving for his attention, seekimg is acceptance and approval of what kind of women I was?
I was so caught up with him being a Gemini like my mom. Having his birthday the same day as my mom. Idk why but that pulled me in more and it’s like I couldn’t disconnect. I would’ve no matter my safety or well being. I sat and allowed this man to be super disrespectful but believed he truly did love me. Believed many times over that all those females were jealous of our relationship. That as he said many times, “You got the best seat at the table.” Knowing damn well tables comes with 2 or more chairs.. so what advantage did I really have? What was I getting?
Pastor Cal asked Paige, “Did you continue to have sex with him?” She shyly smile which indicated yes. He asked, “why?” That question there hit home!! Where is Pastor Cal when you need him? Does he offer virtual counseling? I need him, his real and rawness to get to the root and core to fix it and gain understanding.
I asked myself why? I came up with every excuse and it just sounded stupid. This man told everyone i was a crazy stalker, yet he loved me, always wanted me around even when he had other females there. Took me to family functions, bought me stuff, and etc. More importantly would get jealous when others showed me attention, except for those he know stood no chance. It never made sense, yet I love him. Fell deeply in love with him for it to end with several punches to the face.
Paige I definitely understand you, hopefully you end this unhealthy thing before it breaks you and breaks your spirit like it did mine. I dont habe faith in words men say because I have heard them before, and look where it got me.
“Let someone love you the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.” ~ Mark Hack
This picture was taken Thursday, who know that Friday would be her last day with us? She went outside while I was putting groceries in the house and was hit my a car. The car stopped looked back and then kept going.
I hated seeing her in pain. Just that morning, she came downstairs to lay with me on the couch until Zay woke up and now that will never happen again.
My initial reaction was idk, I didn’t want to touch her and then I carried her out the street and then to the hospital. Her injuries range and who has 4,000 dollars to what the doctors said may not help and she could die either way. So I decided to put her to sleep. Hearing her injuries hurt my heart and made me cry.
Never lost a pet like this and that shit hurts. Fuck November… as Tuesday the approaches with a reminder of my mother’s death.