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I'm 16, I live with my mum and usually my brother but both tend to be out all day every day. I get so lonely being in the house all by myself, the majority of the time. I don't go to college or school, I will in September, but for the last 8 months, it's been like this. I barely see my mum, for the time being (and except from my boyfriend) she's the only social interaction I get throughout the day. Obviously that's excluding the internet.
But she goes out on a Friday night with her best friends, goes out and gets drunk and doesn't come home until 3am when she rings and gets me to come downstairs and unlock the door. For starters, I'm terrified of drunk people due to my traumatic event and just horrible experiences with it myself. Secondly, I'm expected to sleep knowing that my mum will be walking through the door at god-knows what time in the early morning, drunk. I have no idea who that could be, so instead of sleeping, I generally stay up as long as I can panicing out of my mind.
She doesn't know anything about what happened to me three years ago, I was in a different country. She doesn't know I have flashbacks or nightmares, or the real reason I didn't go to college was because of dissociation and anxiety during the day. I feel so alone in the fact I can't tell her, if I did, she'd go straight to the police and report the people who abused me (ex-boyfriend and dad). Which I definitly do not want, not right now anyway. She also doesn't understand me, nor does she try to. I know I am being harsh on her and she is a wonderful woman who has been through her fair share of abusive boyfriends and neglectful husbands and she spent the last 16+ years raising me and my brother by herself whilst managing to keep a roof over our heads. So I do love her, she's a wonderful human being.. but she isn't the best right now. She doesn't cook, clean, do any washing.. she goes out, get's drunk, expects me to keep the house looking like a house and not a dump. I cook my own food, clean my own clothes and then she gets in, has a go at me for not doing anything with my life and then falls asleep on the sofa watching TV.
Sorry for the big rant about my mum, but she is the biggest part of my life, excluding my boyfriend. She's the only person I see on the days I don't see my boyfriend. Which just makes me feel so alone. I'm tired, I'm overwhelmed and just exhausted. I want to sleep all the time, I can barely be bothered to do anything. I just don't know what to do anymore. My boyfriend has exams right now so I'm seeing him twice a week at the most, I'm heavily dependent on him so not seeing him for ages and barely being able to even text him is just tough. I know I sound like a clingy girlfriend but he is the only guy I have ever gotten close to, he's my safe-zone and he makes me feel okay. I trust him and yes, I might be clingy, but he's told me he's the same and we've agreed it's what we like about each other.
But yeah, so I miss him, I miss having my mum actually be a mum around me and I just want everything to be okay. And I feel a bit pathetic writing all of this and tbh I don't even know if I'll post it, but I'm sat here balling my eyes out in a half depressed half extremely on edge mode, and venting kind of makes it easier for the time being.
I don't see my therapist for another week, I'm in that place where it would be really useful to be seeing her tomorrow, but that can't happen so I just have to hold out for another week. Though in my frame of mind right now, a week feels like a year and drags on due to the fact I literally sit at home doing nothing. I'd go out and see friends, except I don't have any. I told them all I didn't want to talk to them back in October 2013, so since then all I have had around me is my boyfriend (and my mum but she knows nothing so she isn't someone I can talk to). Anyway, what can I do for the next week to stop me feeling so lonly and depressed? And how do you all cope with the shitty days and the feeling that everything is just going to get on top of you?
Right now I have that feeling like I want to curl up into a ball and just cry and cry until everything stops being so exhausting and overwhelming. It feels like my brain it about to explode.
I appologise for the vent and that it is so long, I don't even know if this is in the right place. But considering the fact I feel as though I'm going through one of my many depressive episodes, I thought it fit.
But she goes out on a Friday night with her best friends, goes out and gets drunk and doesn't come home until 3am when she rings and gets me to come downstairs and unlock the door. For starters, I'm terrified of drunk people due to my traumatic event and just horrible experiences with it myself. Secondly, I'm expected to sleep knowing that my mum will be walking through the door at god-knows what time in the early morning, drunk. I have no idea who that could be, so instead of sleeping, I generally stay up as long as I can panicing out of my mind.
She doesn't know anything about what happened to me three years ago, I was in a different country. She doesn't know I have flashbacks or nightmares, or the real reason I didn't go to college was because of dissociation and anxiety during the day. I feel so alone in the fact I can't tell her, if I did, she'd go straight to the police and report the people who abused me (ex-boyfriend and dad). Which I definitly do not want, not right now anyway. She also doesn't understand me, nor does she try to. I know I am being harsh on her and she is a wonderful woman who has been through her fair share of abusive boyfriends and neglectful husbands and she spent the last 16+ years raising me and my brother by herself whilst managing to keep a roof over our heads. So I do love her, she's a wonderful human being.. but she isn't the best right now. She doesn't cook, clean, do any washing.. she goes out, get's drunk, expects me to keep the house looking like a house and not a dump. I cook my own food, clean my own clothes and then she gets in, has a go at me for not doing anything with my life and then falls asleep on the sofa watching TV.
Sorry for the big rant about my mum, but she is the biggest part of my life, excluding my boyfriend. She's the only person I see on the days I don't see my boyfriend. Which just makes me feel so alone. I'm tired, I'm overwhelmed and just exhausted. I want to sleep all the time, I can barely be bothered to do anything. I just don't know what to do anymore. My boyfriend has exams right now so I'm seeing him twice a week at the most, I'm heavily dependent on him so not seeing him for ages and barely being able to even text him is just tough. I know I sound like a clingy girlfriend but he is the only guy I have ever gotten close to, he's my safe-zone and he makes me feel okay. I trust him and yes, I might be clingy, but he's told me he's the same and we've agreed it's what we like about each other.
But yeah, so I miss him, I miss having my mum actually be a mum around me and I just want everything to be okay. And I feel a bit pathetic writing all of this and tbh I don't even know if I'll post it, but I'm sat here balling my eyes out in a half depressed half extremely on edge mode, and venting kind of makes it easier for the time being.
I don't see my therapist for another week, I'm in that place where it would be really useful to be seeing her tomorrow, but that can't happen so I just have to hold out for another week. Though in my frame of mind right now, a week feels like a year and drags on due to the fact I literally sit at home doing nothing. I'd go out and see friends, except I don't have any. I told them all I didn't want to talk to them back in October 2013, so since then all I have had around me is my boyfriend (and my mum but she knows nothing so she isn't someone I can talk to). Anyway, what can I do for the next week to stop me feeling so lonly and depressed? And how do you all cope with the shitty days and the feeling that everything is just going to get on top of you?
Right now I have that feeling like I want to curl up into a ball and just cry and cry until everything stops being so exhausting and overwhelming. It feels like my brain it about to explode.
I appologise for the vent and that it is so long, I don't even know if this is in the right place. But considering the fact I feel as though I'm going through one of my many depressive episodes, I thought it fit.