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Life at this moment

Things are on shaky ground again, and for the first time, I feel very detached. I don’t mean it in a bad way either. I’ve always hated when people argued regardless if I’m there or if I hear it from a distance. In fact, I’ve always cried whenever it happens. In my teenage years, I kind of had to make myself numb so that I couldn’t cry, but it still effected me. Today, it still fills me with anxiety whenever I hear raised voices. To get to the point of it all… my parents have been arguing quite a bit. One morning I woke up and I couldn’t decipher if I was hearing a real argument or if my mind was replaying an old one. I think I finally got to the point in my life where I can look at my parents and conclude that they have to figure things out on their own as well as not feel the need to come and “save” my mom (in a way). I still feel deeply for a lot of the issues at hand because a number of them effect me to this day, but I chose to remain silent and out of the way. Not in a way of complacency, or giving up in a sense of throwing up my hands, but giving up knowing that things will come out in the time and place when it needs to happen. Am I sad and/or angry about this? YES. But for the love of everything good and holy, I’m ready for people to behave like adults and figure it out. #MentalHealth #Depression #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #Anxiety

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That’s too much

I’ve dealt with so much loss lately. My brother died in November. My mom is still alive but it feels like she died, because our relationship has ended. I found out Saturday that she has Metabolic Brain Disorder and that’s why she can’t gain weight, she refuses to take her medication or physical therapy classes. If left untreated can develop into Dementia. All this due to untreated Bipolar disorder and her delusional denial. My daughter has untreated Bipolar disorder, ADHD, CPTSD and I suspect other issues as well and that has affected our relationship, we rarely talk because she is verbally abusive and manipulative. My son is stuck in a religious cult and has CPTSD and will not talk to me.

I am grieving the loss of all of them.

Yesterday, I was giving antiques and family heirlooms to my cousin and aunt from Louisiana and that’s when I noticed that someone broke in my shed and stole my entire antique tin collection. Valued, if sold individually at around $1000.

I know who did it, but can’t prove it. I filed a police report and gave them the names and a phone number to contact the suspect.

We lived here 10 years and not once has anything been stolen from us. Now, 2 weeks before we move we discover we have been robbed.

I was in panic mode, pissed, angry, shocked, fear, sadness and grief. I collected tens for nearly 30 years. They were food containers from all kinds of major brands: Wheaties, Kellogg’s, Nabisco, Welch’s, Quaker Oats, Log Cabin syrup, etc. Some I got from my grandma and friends and other family over the years. I’m disgusted. That’s just too much for me. I’m getting real tired of grief. I could use some love right now.

#Relationships
#BipolarDisorder
#ADHD
#CPTSD
#Dementia
#Depression
#Grief

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That’s too much

I’ve dealt with so much loss lately. My brother died in November. My mom is still alive but it feels like she died, because our relationship has ended. I found out Saturday that she has Metabolic Brain Disorder and that’s why she can’t gain weight, she refuses to take her medication or physical therapy classes. If left untreated can develop into Dementia. All this due to untreated Bipolar disorder and her delusional denial. My daughter has untreated Bipolar disorder, ADHD, CPTSD and I suspect other issues as well and that has affected our relationship, we rarely talk because she is verbally abusive and manipulative. My son is stuck in a religious cult and has CPTSD and will not talk to me.

I am grieving the loss of all of them.

Yesterday, I was giving antiques and family heirlooms to my cousin and aunt from Louisiana and that’s when I noticed that someone broke in my shed and stole my entire antique tin collection. Valued, if sold individually at around $1000.

I know who did it, but can’t prove it. I filed a police report and gave them the names and a phone number to contact the suspect.

We lived here 10 years and not once has anything been stolen from us. Now, 2 weeks before we move we discover we have been robbed.

I was in panic mode, pissed, angry, shocked, fear, sadness and grief. I collected tens for nearly 30 years. They were food containers from all kinds of major brands: Wheaties, Kellogg’s, Nabisco, Welch’s, Quaker Oats, Log Cabin syrup, etc. Some I got from my grandma and friends and other family over the years. I’m disgusted. That’s just too much for me. I’m getting real tired of grief. I could use some love right now.

#Relationships
#BipolarDisorder
#ADHD
#CPTSD
#Dementia
#Depression
#Grief

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Why Mother's Day is Bittersweet

#CPTSD #Abuse #DBT #Relationships #Healing (TW:SI&Abuse)

Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for me. I am the luckiest mom in the world to the most incredible human. I'm amazed that this tiny person has blossomed into a young lady challenging the world. It's like looking in a mirror, and it makes my heart happy to her creativity, thoughtfulness and loving and caring soul. You'd be proud. The reason she's turning into that person a for very different reasons than I did. Here are the things I am willing to thank you for in teaching me how to parent, but for what most adults would.

I swore I was never getting married or having children. I never wanted to end up with a broken life, and a child from a broken home. Fast forward to that's where I am since you've passed. The 5 month period of death of the step-monster, grandmother, then you and the falling apart of the family left me holding a big bag of grief that my partner didn't want to be a part of.

There were some happy memories, overshadowed by the abuse I had to learn to live my life around. To keep safe. There's many years still blocked out, but the layers uncovered are the most painful.

I was just like you, despite how many times you told me you hated me because I was exactly like my father. You brainwashed all 3 of us children about what an evil man he was. I swore to never speak ill of my child's father, and I stand by that despite how difficult it can be. I've now lived in your shoes, struggled without child support and making ends meet due to co-parent's bad choices.

When my daughter was the age I was when the sexual abuse was happening right in front of you, and you did nothing. You blamed me for the rest of your life up until the end that I was the cause of all your misery. Shipping me off to live with my grandparents for that short time was the only good memories from childhood. Until cancer took them both and I had no choice but to return to you.

How you instilled hatred of me to my siblings was something that looking back on it now, they knew not what they did. When I came to you for help when Grandpa was terminal, I was so scared losing the only person I had in my life to protect me from you. He was the only one who would stop the beatings once we were living with him after Grandma passed.

When you encouraged me me to suicide because it would make your life easier, that was something that will forever be with me. You beat me so often because of your undiagnosed mental illness that the coping mechanisms I had to learn early, I've had to unlearn as an adult.

The bruises healed, the bloody injuries gone, but I'm still trying to unwrap my sense of worth because of your venom. Seeing friends Mother's Day posts on social media is too much as I didn't have the same experiences that most do.

What you did teach me are all the things NOT to do in raising my little Mini Me. Her feelings matter, her opinions matter and I'll always take the time to listen.

She's the only thing I'm able to invest myself in outside of my job. I can't keep relationships, despite my stabs at therapy because there are a lot of broken people out there. Because of the Generational Trauma that stopped with me I can give her tools for her toolkit vs bruises and excuses.

Your son is just like you, and I hope that you can see the mess his family is. Multiple charges of domestic abuse, children he isn't allowed to see, and a wife living in a shelter. Both beautiful granddaughters of yours living in a group home because I was unable to take them in. That broke my heart dealing with CAS retelling stories of what the abuse looked like, so they could understand how to deal with him and reluctance to change. Or seek help that isn't alcoholism.

Everything fell apart when my sister passed. You being sick the same time was devastating to me. But you were more concerned about yourself. She was terminal, but you were struggling with your disease progression, so I understand now the way you acted crazy. Your nephew turned out amazing despite his rough start losing his mom as a toddler. That's the other reason this day hurts because the day she passed was the day before your birthday. And a week before Mother's Day.

You've taught me the mother not to be, so I thank you for that. You apologized the best way a narcissist knows how near the end so I've had to interpret it the best I can through therapy.

My daughter is awesome, you'd be proud someone broke the cycle. Happy Mother's Day to any readers who also struggle this day. This Mama tries her best to remember that I'm a great mom, even on days when I feel I'm not. We don't have to repeat what was taught to us. The day you passed was the first day I finally felt healing begin, though it's been a decade I've still got a way to go.

But I forgive you. I'm a survivor.

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Why Mother's Day is Bittersweet

#CPTSD #Abuse #DBT #Relationships #Healing (TW:SI&Abuse)

Mother's Day is a bittersweet day for me. I am the luckiest mom in the world to the most incredible human. I'm amazed that this tiny person has blossomed into a young lady challenging the world. It's like looking in a mirror, and it makes my heart happy to her creativity, thoughtfulness and loving and caring soul. You'd be proud. The reason she's turning into that person a for very different reasons than I did. Here are the things I am willing to thank you for in teaching me how to parent, but for what most adults would.

I swore I was never getting married or having children. I never wanted to end up with a broken life, and a child from a broken home. Fast forward to that's where I am since you've passed. The 5 month period of death of the step-monster, grandmother, then you and the falling apart of the family left me holding a big bag of grief that my partner didn't want to be a part of.

There were some happy memories, overshadowed by the abuse I had to learn to live my life around. To keep safe. There's many years still blocked out, but the layers uncovered are the most painful.

I was just like you, despite how many times you told me you hated me because I was exactly like my father. You brainwashed all 3 of us children about what an evil man he was. I swore to never speak ill of my child's father, and I stand by that despite how difficult it can be. I've now lived in your shoes, struggled without child support and making ends meet due to co-parent's bad choices.

When my daughter was the age I was when the sexual abuse was happening right in front of you, and you did nothing. You blamed me for the rest of your life up until the end that I was the cause of all your misery. Shipping me off to live with my grandparents for that short time was the only good memories from childhood. Until cancer took them both and I had no choice but to return to you.

How you instilled hatred of me to my siblings was something that looking back on it now, they knew not what they did. When I came to you for help when Grandpa was terminal, I was so scared losing the only person I had in my life to protect me from you. He was the only one who would stop the beatings once we were living with him after Grandma passed.

When you encouraged me me to suicide because it would make your life easier, that was something that will forever be with me. You beat me so often because of your undiagnosed mental illness that the coping mechanisms I had to learn early, I've had to unlearn as an adult.

The bruises healed, the bloody injuries gone, but I'm still trying to unwrap my sense of worth because of your venom. Seeing friends Mother's Day posts on social media is too much as I didn't have the same experiences that most do.

What you did teach me are all the things NOT to do in raising my little Mini Me. Her feelings matter, her opinions matter and I'll always take the time to listen.

She's the only thing I'm able to invest myself in outside of my job. I can't keep relationships, despite my stabs at therapy because there are a lot of broken people out there. Because of the Generational Trauma that stopped with me I can give her tools for her toolkit vs bruises and excuses.

Your son is just like you, and I hope that you can see the mess his family is. Multiple charges of domestic abuse, children he isn't allowed to see, and a wife living in a shelter. Both beautiful granddaughters of yours living in a group home because I was unable to take them in. That broke my heart dealing with CAS retelling stories of what the abuse looked like, so they could understand how to deal with him and reluctance to change. Or seek help that isn't alcoholism.

Everything fell apart when my sister passed. You being sick the same time was devastating to me. But you were more concerned about yourself. She was terminal, but you were struggling with your disease progression, so I understand now the way you acted crazy. Your nephew turned out amazing despite his rough start losing his mom as a toddler. That's the other reason this day hurts because the day she passed was the day before your birthday. And a week before Mother's Day.

You've taught me the mother not to be, so I thank you for that. You apologized the best way a narcissist knows how near the end so I've had to interpret it the best I can through therapy.

My daughter is awesome, you'd be proud someone broke the cycle. Happy Mother's Day to any readers who also struggle this day. This Mama tries her best to remember that I'm a great mom, even on days when I feel I'm not. We don't have to repeat what was taught to us. The day you passed was the first day I finally felt healing begin, though it's been a decade I've still got a way to go.

But I forgive you. I'm a survivor.

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Go to comfort foods

Although, I try to eat healthy and stay fit. The last 5 months have been stressful and chaotic. I’ve been thrown off my daily routines and diet. I’ve gained some weight. I indulged in some comfort foods. My all time favorite: Oreo Blast from Sonic. I love cheeseburgers and cheese sticks and energy drinks and lots of fried fish and shrimp.

I’m returning to my healthy diet now. I stocked up on low carb meals, drinks and snacks and plenty of water. I’m tired of the weight and don’t want health problems from unhealthy fats and sugar.

What are your comfort foods when stressed out?

#Anxiety
#BipolarDepression
#Depression
#MajorDepressiveDisorder
#GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder
#ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder
#CPTSD
#AutismSpectrumDisorder

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Go to comfort foods

Although, I try to eat healthy and stay fit. The last 5 months have been stressful and chaotic. I’ve been thrown off my daily routines and diet. I’ve gained some weight. I indulged in some comfort foods. My all time favorite: Oreo Blast from Sonic. I love cheeseburgers and cheese sticks and energy drinks and lots of fried fish and shrimp.

I’m returning to my healthy diet now. I stocked up on low carb meals, drinks and snacks and plenty of water. I’m tired of the weight and don’t want health problems from unhealthy fats and sugar.

What are your comfort foods when stressed out?

#Anxiety
#BipolarDepression
#Depression
#MajorDepressiveDisorder
#GeneralizedAnxietyDisorder
#ObsessiveCompulsiveDisorder
#CPTSD
#AutismSpectrumDisorder

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Before exercise.

Before I exercise I feel lazy and a bit lost.
I'll try and update you after and see the difference. Its time. #Depression #Anxiety #CPTSD

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