How do you cope when those closest to you end up reaffirming everything you learnt as a child?
I was abandoned by all my adult children last November after a suicide attempt. It has reinforced all those things I learnt as a child such as everyone I love abandons me. I’m not worthy of love. I deserve to be treated like this. I am the problem.#TraumaSurvivors
My husband is leaving me for his daughter. Actually, I hit rock bottom in this insanity. I am throwing in the towel. Before I knew this was a ‘thing’, emotional incest, I started to feel and to describe my husband’s rage and defense of his daughter as that of a man defending his wife and I (the wife) feels like I am the other woman. I was losing my mind with the extreme sides of my husband.
We had an amazing textbook marriage, But he constantly trying to crowd our lives with his girls and sharing every areas of our relationship unbeknownst to me initially. One in particular. She is his goddess. The sun, moon and stars shines from her. After 2.0.0.5 years of bitter fighting and not willing to hand my life over to my husband queen/goddess. After, Months of therapy where he acted changed, 2 mental breakdown. I was in the middle of a mental breakdown and my husband thought it was funny to send a text to his emotional incest wife about me fucking up. It pushed me over the edge. Now my first suicide attempt.
There were at least 10 police, emt etc in my home to save me and my husband has not apologize. Asked how I am. Just like my first breakdown his daughters took him to the range.
God, I sure know how to pick them,
I happened upon my session notes, one day, while looking up information on MyChart. I found the notes to inaccurately describe what I was trying to portray to my therapist. Since then, I have looked up additional notes just to see how accurate they are. I feel like my therapist may be trying to make our sessions sound more productive than they actually are. It feels very invalidating.
I just wanted to enjoy my son's wedding. I took all the necessary steps, I crossed all the t's dotted all the I's and she / I still stole most of the the
Day from me. Why did I expect, protect, beg and expect differently 😔
Do you have a "safe" person?
Mighty contributor Jessica Glass describes what a safe person means to them: "She is the one person who knows my whole story. She’s been with me through many tough firsts over the last year and a half, and still shows me unconditional love on a daily basis."
I have been really lucky to have a few safe people throughout my life who I can trust to love me unconditionally on a daily basis. One of them I have known for decades – since I was 7 years old – and another I have only known for seven years. It doesn't matter how long you've known someone that makes them qualify, it's how they treat you through the good, the bad, and the in between.
Who is someone like that for you? I'd love to know (without any super identifiable info being given out, of course, to protect their privacy!) if you feel safe and comfy enough to share with me. 💜
P.S. You can read Jessica’s story here: To My 'Safe Person': Thank You For Supporting Me Through Depression
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Let's face it: The last however many years have been pretty darn rotten, but the last 36 or so hours have been even more stressful on a macro- and micro-level in so many ways. Without even touching things going on at the federal level in the United States and the multiple crises both nationally and globally, I have been dealing with some personal things that have been putting me through the ringer.
Thankfully, I am incredibly blessed to have an AMAZING support crew who I can call on when I need them the most. But even then, it's not always enough... or what's needed. Or they live too far away and I can't get that physical touch I need to calm the nerves that feel like they're vibrating from all the stress I'm under. What's a person to do?
Here are some things I have been doing as part of my self-care that have brought me a great deal of comfort and joy:
💜 - I bought a new Squishmallow (not pictured). It's a watermelon one.
💜 - I have been working while wrapped in my Pusheen throw blanket and holding my heated Shiba Inu plush (both pictured). The plush - when heated - is incredibly comforting and an amazing sensory feel for me.
💜 - I have been listening to music recommended to me by one of my close friends.
💜 - I made plans with my eldest nephew to get ice cream after work. I also have plans to hang out with my friends over the weekend, depending on how I'm feeling.
What brings you comfort and joy in your time of need? Let me know in the comments below.
P.S. And in case you needed permission, it's OK to feel happy when everything's "on fire." Check out this story by Brittany: This Is Your Permission to Chase Joy in Times of Crisis
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#TraumaSurvivors feeling anxious . I’ve actually enjoyed this time( one week) that he’s been gone. I’ve slept through the night for the first time in a long time. I didn’t realize how lonely and also harassed I’ve been. I wanted him to move out and even said I would help him find a place. His response was to put himself in the unit under the guise of being suicdal. I just know he would never do that or even feel that way. It’s emotional manipulation, but fortunately it’s not working. But he won’t budge. My therapist talked to me about radical acceptance. I’m going to move on in my life, doing therapy, meditating, making new friends with healthy boundaries and positive vibes. Going to pick him up now. Wish me luck.
As l read the different stories on splitting l realized that some of the issues l dealt with in my relationships may have been a direct result of the negative ways in which l looked at what was being done or said to me. In times past l wouldn't have wanted to share this because of the shame l always attach to myself when l make a mistake but not anymore. I'm owning where l have gotten wrong and at the same time affirming that l am still worthy of being loved.