- moon.and.yew.tree
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This may be the first time I've posted here. I can't remember. I'm desperate and I need help.
My mother was awful. My childhood was awful. I vowed not to recreate the dynamics of my childhood home in my own home. But like a lot of people who've made that vow, I'm afraid that's just what I've done.
Especially now that I have two children - the second one a daughter - I literally feel like I am my mother. Like she has taken me over, or I've traveled back in time and am living in her body. I see her when I look in the mirror. I hear her voice when I open my mouth. I don't know how much of this I'm imagining and how much is really real. But the important part is that this is making me feel an almost overwhelming self-hatred. I want to physically tear myself apart to get this woman out of me, or to get out of her, or whatever.
I fantasize daily about ending my own life, or running away from it. When I'm not consumed and distracted with my own self-hatred, I feel hatred for my husband. (I don't think we love each other anymore.)
I sometimes feel hatred for my children, but I squash it down ruthlessly the moment I feel it. An outsider would probably say I am endlessly patient, caring, responsive and loving to my two kids. I give them everything I have to give, 24 hours a day. I don't see that as open for negotiation b/c I feel it's my duty. I don't want them to turn out like me. I find it extremely hard to keep my happy face on for them because inside I feel like I'm in effing agony. But I try soooooo hard.
I've been in therapy my whole adult life as part of my recovery from my traumatic effing past. I've been medicated most of my adult life for ditto.
I don't have friends I can talk to about this because I don't have close friends. I don't trust people. Been that way my whole life. Comes from being abused. It sucks but I can't seem to change it. So seeking social support is not a viable option for me.
The only chance for help I see is finding a way to think about my life that will make it feel more bearable. Something to repeat to myself? A bit of coaching, a mantra of some kind? Specifically, I need something I can say to myself that will let me put on a believable happy face to my kids when they're awake, and act loving to their dad in front of them.
I can't be fixed, per se. I realize that. I need to hear something that will let me continue with my life. I'm sorry to barge in here and post this long thing without reading anybody else's stuff. I usually give more than I take. It's just that tonight it feels like an emergency, and calling 911 or driving away in my car are not options, for obvious reasons.








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