When I started this blog, I wanted this to be something real and raw. Something that someone could read and relate to. I wanted this to be my journey to a better life. And, sure I’ve gone through some of the steps that I’ve been learning as of late. I’ve methodically planned out posts through subjects that I learn in Day Hospital “Group Sessions”.
What I haven’t done is said how I’ve felt along the way. Oops…that one kind of got away from me.
Let’s start at the beginning. Most people from meeting me in my daily life wouldn’t expect me to be where I am today. If you would have told me I’d be here fifteen years ago, I probably would have laughed at you. It’s of my belief, that everyone saw me as the ‘nice girl’. That girl who is so sweet and works really hard. They wouldn’t be wrong. Not by any means. The problem is that in life, as I previously blogged…nice guys finish last. And as you know by now, there are reasons for that.
It’s okay for people to see me as that nice person. Because generally, that’s who I am.
In hindsight, I have been very selective with the people that I have really let into my life. I have so many issues that run deeper than you can imagine through me. For one, I fear that everyone that becomes important to me in my life, will leave. It’s true. I can remember, since I was just a young girl, people leaving my life that I cared for in one way or another. Whether it be classmates that I lost during a move, people coming and going in life, or well…they died. My parents divorced when I was around five, my sisters and I were separated when I was around twelve and my Dad left again when I was right around fifteen. My so-called best friend of years and years left, so did the one after that…and the one after that. These things are all common things, but collectively they have ultimately led me to a fear of abandonment. These were all gigantic, influential moments in my life. Traumatic and scarring, even.
There were other things that happened in life along the way that did major damage to my self-esteem and my ability to cope with life itself. And I’ve fought all of the demons for years and years. I’ve crossed bridges, oceans, climbed mountains, jumped hurdles and even leaped through hoops to overcome. And I did a damn good job of forgiving. I would like to say the forgetting, too, but somehow things always manage to stick with me – I just try not to let them get to me.
Which leads me to the present. Where I have worn this mask for far too long.
I’ve been so strong for myself and everyone else around me. I go out of my way to be kind, even if I don’t feel like being nice. I am always willing to give, without taking more than my fair share. And have always been willing to help others without solicitation and without asking for anything in return. My problems were my own and I did my best not to burden those around me with them. That’s just who I am.
But I can’t wear the mask anymore.
Before things got this bad. Before I ended up at the Mental Hospital, I would try to reach out to people via social media (because hey – if it’s not on facebook, it must not be real, right?!). I would try to tell family that I was having issues here and there, but nothing major. I tried to occupy my time with things that would tear my mind away from the negativity and the storm that was brewing inside of me.
This is where things get sticky…
I’ve been in the Hospital now for over a week, with no site or sound of a possible release date. I’ve reached out to my family and loved ones yet again. I have virtually NO SUPPORT from anyone coming in. I’m so full of anger and resentment that it’s nearly blinded me. You have no idea how much this hurts or how bad it digs at me.
I have been by my family’s side in a heart beat, every single time they needed me. I have supported them in hardships, loved them when times were hard and did the same when things were easy. I’ve sent money, offered advice, whatever they needed. I’ve respected that they may not believe in mental health issues or the medications and/or Doctors that are behind it. And never have I asked for anything in return other than unconditional love and support. Is that really too much?!
I have one or two out of my one hundred fifty facebook friends that will talk to me or send me uplifting messages from time to time. But, there is no sight or sound coming from anyone else.
I keep telling myself that maybe they don’t know I need the support right now. But, I have told them I did. So, I tell myself maybe they don’t know how to show support. But, how could they not?
Today, I showed up at the Hospital, tears in my eyes, wrapped up in a blanket that I brought with me from home. It was something warm and comfortable. And then, as I scribbled on my morning check-in sheet, I had to recall the painful events of the weekend and how it transpired.
The Holidays are rough on me. I live across the country from my Family. And man, do I miss them. The anxiety set in and then I realized that I told them a week ago that I had checked into the Hospital…and that ever since I told them, not one of them has checked on me. I got the casual “Merry Christmas” message from my mother and one of my sisters. I just responded back “yeah. you too.” When I told them I had been hospitalized, I told them how hard it was for me to admit that I needed that help and how emotionally and mentally hard on me the whole situation was. And that I would appreciate all of the support that I could get. I haven’t seen any.
So yesterday, the anxiety became too much. It’s all a little blurry now. But, that ball inside of me reappeared. This empty, tight ball in my chest that I can never explain – but that puts so much pressure on me to do something – anything. So, I cut my wrist again. I let myself down. And as I rehashed the events to my Nurse, tears ran down my face. I explained to her how I wasn’t only angry with my family and that I didn’t just feel alone-but, that I had also let myself down. Today, no wise words pursed her lips, as usual. I had set myself back in my progress. I knew it and she knew it. She simply told me to refer to our teachings and that this was my slip up because I’m only human.
So, here I am. Very angry. Very bitter. I wish there was some switch that I could flip that would turn my expectations off, where it comes to people that I care about. This way, I would never be disappointed. But, it never fails. They will break my heart, every single time.
And how can I miss the people that hurt me so much? How can I allow them to live rent-free in my heart and head? To have any influence over me or my emotions? I’m so confused.
I feel so alone. I have some solace in group, where there are people that like me despite all of my open and honest flaws. But, that’s the only relief that I get. I dread when I get released ‘back into the world’ where I’ll be left with no one to understand how I feel again. I can only hope that the information that I’m posting here in my blogs sinks in and that I’m reinforcing it within my mind, body and soul every time I read and type. Because this was my last stop. This is where I was supposed to be “fixed”. And I know it doesn’t happen overnight. And that there is no magic pill that I can take to make everything alright. But, damn…
There was a seven year old girl killed on Christmas Day in an ATV accident. She was wearing her helmet. It’s sad when I question why she was taken with so much life ahead of her..when I could have been taken instead. She was just a kid and loving life.
And here I am, and I can’t find my way out of the darkness…I need to find my way out of the darkness.
And I will. I’m determined. Even if I have to light my own damned path.
How’s that for raw and real???


