Story of my life. I knew as a kiddo that what they did to me would cause great harm. I promised my self that when I became a grown up I would turn the world up side down to get the help I need to repair these wounds that were caused me.
And so I did. I turned the world up side down to get help. I pleaded and begged evert body and every one to help me. Or assist me, Or support me. But no. No one seems to be able to. Most often my story cause people such pain that I must help them to carry what I just told them about my life. Poor people. Must be unberable to hear such life stories as mine.
And now today the last support was confirmed taken away from me. The counsler I had on the phone thats been a great help me during the past month or two. The first two counslers that ever did actually help me. By not making me a victim. By being able to stand my life storie and carry it on their own instead of putting the burden of their horror on my shoulders.
Counsler said today she only called to say that they were no longer allowed to talk with me like theyve done before. We had 5 min to talk and if I had something to say these 5 min would be it.
Dragged the carpet under my feet.
f*ck the world. f*ck everything. Yes I know. Im one of them. Loner. Doesnt fit in to any god darn category of one that should be supported.
f*ck it all. Im so mad. Im alone. And they tell me I should not feel rejected.
But if you spend you whole life asking for help. Searching for help. And all you hear is bullshit. Then you are entitled to be as mad as hell.
I didnt ask to come into a world full of abuse, violence, rapes, neglect, lack of love, lack of care, understanding, fellowship, support and so forth.
Ive done all I can despite all the things that work against me to do the right thing.
Instead they call me crazy, Dangerous. And then the contrary to resourceful to be helped. Strong. And then they diagnose me behind my back as borderline. Even do Im not f*ckin borderline. Im a survivor. Its normal to have reactions when your father f*cked you.
So yes - Im on my own now. I dont know after today if I can ever trust that I can be anything but strong. Thas what the world seems to be demanding of me in order to surive. Im not entitled to help. Im not good enough for help. f*ck it.
And so I did. I turned the world up side down to get help. I pleaded and begged evert body and every one to help me. Or assist me, Or support me. But no. No one seems to be able to. Most often my story cause people such pain that I must help them to carry what I just told them about my life. Poor people. Must be unberable to hear such life stories as mine.
And now today the last support was confirmed taken away from me. The counsler I had on the phone thats been a great help me during the past month or two. The first two counslers that ever did actually help me. By not making me a victim. By being able to stand my life storie and carry it on their own instead of putting the burden of their horror on my shoulders.
Counsler said today she only called to say that they were no longer allowed to talk with me like theyve done before. We had 5 min to talk and if I had something to say these 5 min would be it.
Dragged the carpet under my feet.
f*ck the world. f*ck everything. Yes I know. Im one of them. Loner. Doesnt fit in to any god darn category of one that should be supported.
f*ck it all. Im so mad. Im alone. And they tell me I should not feel rejected.
But if you spend you whole life asking for help. Searching for help. And all you hear is bullshit. Then you are entitled to be as mad as hell.
I didnt ask to come into a world full of abuse, violence, rapes, neglect, lack of love, lack of care, understanding, fellowship, support and so forth.
Ive done all I can despite all the things that work against me to do the right thing.
Instead they call me crazy, Dangerous. And then the contrary to resourceful to be helped. Strong. And then they diagnose me behind my back as borderline. Even do Im not f*ckin borderline. Im a survivor. Its normal to have reactions when your father f*cked you.
So yes - Im on my own now. I dont know after today if I can ever trust that I can be anything but strong. Thas what the world seems to be demanding of me in order to surive. Im not entitled to help. Im not good enough for help. f*ck it.