So this week I had a major arguement with my dad. Major. He is an alcoholic and he did something really NOT ok which left him laying in the floor passed out drunk. Not the first time or probably the last. The dichotomy of this situation is that I am so mad at him for his behavior and mad at him about growing up in his home. He was a mean guy. It has taken me 40 years to say that, he is a mean guy. He thinks he is awesome by the way. Therein lies the rub.... Then, on the other side, I feel so guilty for saying something that tipped him over the edge and caused him such grief. Last night I had the worst nightmare that I found him in his house and he had hung himself. I woke up shaking and couldn't go back to sleep. I went to t this week but I couldn't talk about it even though it is eating me alive. I had no composure and likely would have spent the session crying. I don't do that well. I have found him passed out and thought he was dead before.
I haven't slept well for a week. I am exhausted, mad, sad and I don't know what else. Having an emotion and being able to put a name to it is new to me. I guess I am scared too....
Let me mention too that I really don't have anyone that I can talk to about this except my t...and you guys... My husband isn't an option period. He is part of the problem. My sister isn't an option either. I am tired... I have been fighting this freaking anxiety my whole life and partially bc of my dad. I am married to a guy who frequently verbally abuses me bc I thought it was normal bc that is what my dad did. I really despise my family right now.... I don't like feeling that way. It is very lonely. Normally I would just disassociate and forget it. I can't do it anymore....
I haven't slept well for a week. I am exhausted, mad, sad and I don't know what else. Having an emotion and being able to put a name to it is new to me. I guess I am scared too....
Let me mention too that I really don't have anyone that I can talk to about this except my t...and you guys... My husband isn't an option period. He is part of the problem. My sister isn't an option either. I am tired... I have been fighting this freaking anxiety my whole life and partially bc of my dad. I am married to a guy who frequently verbally abuses me bc I thought it was normal bc that is what my dad did. I really despise my family right now.... I don't like feeling that way. It is very lonely. Normally I would just disassociate and forget it. I can't do it anymore....
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