Pardon, this is going to be unfocused.
My ex-guy...kept me from killing myself in 2011, when I first started getting memories back...and when I got the grief back. My now-ex-wife was about as helpful as a large rock.
I REALLY did not want to live. I ended up living because he needed me to. But he's turned on me now.
I think I am stuck being by myself, probably for the rest of my life.
I think I'm really just too damaged to let people in close, I need to quit doing that.
That's a problem, though.
I really am not happy with myself most of the time either...other people are a distraction from being someone I don't like. That and they are reasons to live.
Why should I not me happy with me? Well, I'm not any sort of successful. I survived. But who gets a cookie for living? I can paint pictures, but I'm not terribly good.
I will go get a degree. Then I can at least support myself and stop depending on mom's charity. I guess.
I kind of dread re-entering college. I no longer really care if I succeed. I just put myself in a situation where failure to get the degree produces rather dire consequences in terms of debt that I can't pay back? So...no joy, all terror, all the triggers for self-contempt in every grade below an A. An A is just what is to be expected of me, so it only matters if I get below that.
Truthfully? It's a feeling I have. I can look for intellectual supporting evidence about my level of suckiness, but that's really just trying to make my thought match the feeling.
The feeling really isn't logical at all.
I can look and say...yeah, I'm a lazy, bloated wastrel who never can get their life together...but I'm not really evil.
I'm just annoying. A hole that people throw effort into pointlessly, to my embarrassment.
Maybe worthy of pity and a bit of disgust, but not, you know, actual hatred.
It's the sexual abuse I suppose? because when I ask inside " Why do we hate ourselves?" I get abuse images. Self-disgust.
...I don't know what help I'm able to latch onto at this moment?
...Because there's a real willfulness about this...I feel a need to not like myself?
I think it's ***not safe to like myself*** because someone will just come along and knock that self-liking right out of me. Again. My ex-guy managed to do that. Anyone I love can do that to me, the child parts believe everything they say.
I don't want to like myself any more, because it means I have something to lose. Something the people I love can take apart, knock over when they want to hurt me.
I do know that I will probably keep trudging in my cement shoes because i/we hope that this will get better.
My ex-guy...kept me from killing myself in 2011, when I first started getting memories back...and when I got the grief back. My now-ex-wife was about as helpful as a large rock.
I REALLY did not want to live. I ended up living because he needed me to. But he's turned on me now.
I think I am stuck being by myself, probably for the rest of my life.
I think I'm really just too damaged to let people in close, I need to quit doing that.
That's a problem, though.
I really am not happy with myself most of the time either...other people are a distraction from being someone I don't like. That and they are reasons to live.
Why should I not me happy with me? Well, I'm not any sort of successful. I survived. But who gets a cookie for living? I can paint pictures, but I'm not terribly good.
I will go get a degree. Then I can at least support myself and stop depending on mom's charity. I guess.
I kind of dread re-entering college. I no longer really care if I succeed. I just put myself in a situation where failure to get the degree produces rather dire consequences in terms of debt that I can't pay back? So...no joy, all terror, all the triggers for self-contempt in every grade below an A. An A is just what is to be expected of me, so it only matters if I get below that.
Truthfully? It's a feeling I have. I can look for intellectual supporting evidence about my level of suckiness, but that's really just trying to make my thought match the feeling.
The feeling really isn't logical at all.
I can look and say...yeah, I'm a lazy, bloated wastrel who never can get their life together...but I'm not really evil.
I'm just annoying. A hole that people throw effort into pointlessly, to my embarrassment.
Maybe worthy of pity and a bit of disgust, but not, you know, actual hatred.
It's the sexual abuse I suppose? because when I ask inside " Why do we hate ourselves?" I get abuse images. Self-disgust.
...I don't know what help I'm able to latch onto at this moment?
...Because there's a real willfulness about this...I feel a need to not like myself?
I think it's ***not safe to like myself*** because someone will just come along and knock that self-liking right out of me. Again. My ex-guy managed to do that. Anyone I love can do that to me, the child parts believe everything they say.
I don't want to like myself any more, because it means I have something to lose. Something the people I love can take apart, knock over when they want to hurt me.
I do know that I will probably keep trudging in my cement shoes because i/we hope that this will get better.
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