I suddenly got really ill and had suicidal thiughts, but without my normal stops. (The, “don’t traumatize your mom and family,” the “you don’t want to die sad!! Wait until you feel better!”) I think it was triggered by a book I was reading. Highly recommend it tho, excellent book. Anyone here interested?
Anyway, it really scares me now that I’m feeling better. I talked to my therapist yesterday and when I brought up making a will in case something happened to me — to make sure my pets are taken care of without my mom having to do it (because no offense but she hasn’t been good for them in the past) — and she told me it wouldnt hurt to do it, but my OCD went crazy and said I’d HAVE to kill my self, which I didn’t say but now I’m thinking I should have. That’s not my thoughts, not sure where it’s coming from. Childhood I guess. Except back then I tried running away first.
Also, this website has been a weird challenge for me. I’ve alluded to it before but never said it outright: people who diss my mom in person usually end up on my very tiny “dislike” list. I still can’t figure out how I’m supposed to be responding to you guys, cuz you aren’t telling me to hate her, and you aren’t my dad lying to a court about her being insane, so I dunno what to do with your thoughts still and I hate English because I can’t think of any kind of appropriate sentence for this situation?
I guess “I’ll think about it” because I think about everything? People don’t use that phrase literally though, do they? Seems to mostly mean “I’m politely saying I’m not gonna so that but still acknowledging that your idea wasn’t insane, at least not to your face.”
On that note, I discovered today that I have daddy issues, and I laughed so hard it cheered me up. Seems to stem from when I was a toddler and I was learning English and talking to my dad, and he was ignoring me (was on the phone), so I talked louder and louder until he finally got angry at me and picked me up and tossed me out of the kitchen. Remembered that today while re-examining why the rabbi telling me not to be late bothered me so much, because it really was a very normal thing to say. And I remembered a bunch of other similar occasions, tried to think back to the first, finally found it. Toddler years. It’s not anything but feeling like I’m too worthless to belong to my own family. Which as a toddler was devistating.
Being a toddler was very trippy. I wish I had that same imagination now, and also the amount of ignorance on the world itself, because honestly that was awesome and I wouldn’t mind experimenting it twice (minus the inability to control my emotions, though).
So anyways. I’ll get back to y’all again. My brain is convinced it had a seizure today and I’m going to assume it did with the amount it glitched up today. Luckily I’m safe and synagogue helped a lot. I’m a little more religious than I keep letting on, probably because I’m still afraid of being called an idiot.
Happy stuff:
Synagogue celebrated our birth month! Sang us a song wishing us peace for the birthday. Also I have now been gifted two plants! Got a bonsai today!
I found a man I’ve been looking for for ten years!! He didn’t remember me, lol, but he was really happen to see me so it’s fine.