I'm in a conundrum because it was my mom and brother who had me committed. Mom left the next day wi...
That is a heart wrenching situation.
I don't know if any of what I say relates or will come to your mind in the future as you straighten things out in your head.
I had a complete breakdown at age 22 and was hospitalized 3 times. It took 12 years to begin to overcome it. Now I know it was due to the neglect, emotional abuse, and violence growing up. My body finally took control and quit allowing the lies that my brain made up to protect me. I couldn't function in the outside world with those false beliefs and then things happened that finally made me fall apart.
Because of the violence and neglect of our parents, I took charge as the child who protected and loved the younger ones and still felt that as an adult, so I didn't understand their rejection when we went our seperate ways.
After both parents died my siblings would get together without telling me. Once I was invited to a family reunion and I literally freaked out because past family gatherings included drinking, fighting, and me being invisible. I had to play the role of a stupid, worthless, useless follower.
I tried to make a joke and suggested making plans for activities to avoid being trapped. The response was rage and accusation of belittling those involved, and furor that I was taking control of someone else's party. I was told that I shouldn't come if I didn't like it, so I didn't go.
My rare suggestions to do something together were openly treated as a conflict of their interest.
Now I know I am the scapegoat of the family. I was a "truth-teller" and they needed to stay in a protective bubble. However I need to understand things to overcome overwhelming confusion. I also expressed negative feelings but didn't realize the family rule was to keep them to myself and ignore what affected me.
I didn't like being careful to only be nice or being a preoccupied nervous wreck anticipating sending Christmas and birthday cards, and acting like everything was normal in any communication, knowing anything I said could be attacked at any moment.
One sibling alternated generosity with groundless verbal abuse; one never said why, but quit talking to me; the other abused me throughout life so I never sought her out.
Last November I told them I was going to stop communicating due to the amount of bad feelings. I was surprised it led to a deep depression that lasted months. I think it was because I had to give up the belief there was any love. I am still grieving the loss, finally realizing I did not have a normal or loving family, and finally accepting that belief was false hope.
I never expect to understand, so I am waiting for the pain to pass and look for healthier people to be my examples.