Because only now, that I'm dealing a lot less with family members and their life sucking controlling ways, I'm beginning to realize just how much control they had over me in my life.
My father alcoholic father is gone, my evil grandmother is gone, all that's left is my aunt (whom I do not talk to).
This family had it out for each other and I was the lucky recipient of being used to take care of my little cousins, a daily HEAVILY abusive through emotional and verbal communication with my father when I lived with him.
Itwas like living with a psycho, I would do laps at night in my car with my dog to wait until he passed out.
Now I look back at my school grades, the people I did meet which were plentiful, and because of the daily barrage of verbal and emotional roller coasters with my father, I clearly had a low self worth. Plenty of girl friends, smart, fun, attractive, but nothing came of any of them.
I look back and think how much potential I had and I just really and truly don't want to be alive anymore.
I'm just apprehensive of the deed itself.
Since I have no family and my current friends I just meet recently through my only friend who unfortunately uses drugs.
However her friends are basically my friends, they're nice and welcoming to me and while they're not my crowd, they're all I have from not being alone.
The sad part is, they're really nice people, just down on themselves and their lives because of circumstances.
I'm starting to struggle day to day and have been doing reasonably well, but lately, it's starting to get to me.
My meds are helping I guess, I don't know to be honest.
And finding a trauma specialist to try EMDR is insanely difficult in Toronto.
Sorry for the lengthy post... thanks if you read it though. <3
My father alcoholic father is gone, my evil grandmother is gone, all that's left is my aunt (whom I do not talk to).
This family had it out for each other and I was the lucky recipient of being used to take care of my little cousins, a daily HEAVILY abusive through emotional and verbal communication with my father when I lived with him.
Itwas like living with a psycho, I would do laps at night in my car with my dog to wait until he passed out.
Now I look back at my school grades, the people I did meet which were plentiful, and because of the daily barrage of verbal and emotional roller coasters with my father, I clearly had a low self worth. Plenty of girl friends, smart, fun, attractive, but nothing came of any of them.
I look back and think how much potential I had and I just really and truly don't want to be alive anymore.
I'm just apprehensive of the deed itself.
Since I have no family and my current friends I just meet recently through my only friend who unfortunately uses drugs.
However her friends are basically my friends, they're nice and welcoming to me and while they're not my crowd, they're all I have from not being alone.
The sad part is, they're really nice people, just down on themselves and their lives because of circumstances.
I'm starting to struggle day to day and have been doing reasonably well, but lately, it's starting to get to me.
My meds are helping I guess, I don't know to be honest.
And finding a trauma specialist to try EMDR is insanely difficult in Toronto.
Sorry for the lengthy post... thanks if you read it though. <3