My family doesn't really think I'm crazy, they just like to put a lot on me. All the blame for everything that has gone wrong in their lives. And they like to be jealous and angry and want to see me fail. My mother ended up being my responsibility growing up, and my dad just expected this 10 year old girl to take care of her bipolar mom and make sure that her sister was taken care of too. I had a lot put on my shoulders. My mom would try to kill herself in extreme ways, and I would have to take care of it, as a little kid. Then because they both had professional careers and had public lives in the community, they would cover it all up. It helps when your mom is a medical practitioner and her friends at the hospital help her out. No one was going to come rescue me. They were just miserable people. And then I got away from them, didn't know how to live happily, and jumped right into an abusive marriage with a man who told me that he was going to "protect" me. That was my 10 year nightmare, and that fight or flight response never turned itself off. But that's on me, and I own that shit.
So I got my second chance. I escaped that man, ran far away and started building my "perfect" life. It's one of those things where I seriously didn't think I could make it to the end of the week let alone have a future. I have tons of health problems now that I really do believe are from the high amounts of stress. I was born with a heart condition, I just stopped going to the cardiologist because I don't even want to know how bad it's gotten. A lot of my friends look to me as the strong woman, I laugh at that, if they could only see me when I'm panicking about something ridiculous.
I eventually married my longtime best friend, and we bought a gorgeous house that we can fill with the people we do care about, and now I'm working on the career part. I'm unapologetic about any of it. I learned that your past is always a part of you. You're gonna drag it around with you no matter what. I learned to work around all that and just focus on my future, because I'm so very lucky I even have one.
So I got my second chance. I escaped that man, ran far away and started building my "perfect" life. It's one of those things where I seriously didn't think I could make it to the end of the week let alone have a future. I have tons of health problems now that I really do believe are from the high amounts of stress. I was born with a heart condition, I just stopped going to the cardiologist because I don't even want to know how bad it's gotten. A lot of my friends look to me as the strong woman, I laugh at that, if they could only see me when I'm panicking about something ridiculous.
I eventually married my longtime best friend, and we bought a gorgeous house that we can fill with the people we do care about, and now I'm working on the career part. I'm unapologetic about any of it. I learned that your past is always a part of you. You're gonna drag it around with you no matter what. I learned to work around all that and just focus on my future, because I'm so very lucky I even have one.