Stills
Bronze Member
My mom was an alcoholic and she got sober when I was 13 all by herself, with absolutely no help, but I'm just so upset about everything. We were at the liquor store so often that as a child, I formed a relationship with one of the cashiers and I was always excited to go because I wanted to see the cashier. My sister is 16 years older than me, so she was 18 by the time my mother started drinking, whereas I was 2. I feel like nobody in my family understands me. I had a family dinner last night and I just felt so unrecognized and upset that I went home and smashed a glass and cut myself for the first time in a long while. I don't understand why I'm like this, but I'm just so damn frantic now. My relationship with my mom is still up and down, and I don't even know what to do about it because it's all in the past. I'll end up saying hurtful things to which I don't even think she deserves and I feel so guilty. But whenever I would talk about her drinking with people, it's "well it was unintentional harm, and she didn't mean to" but that's not healing at all. But also if I accept that they weren't there for me in certain ways, it's like I'm very resistant to fully acknowledge that because I truly love my parents so much, and my grandmothers frowned upon them and so did the kids I went to school with, so I feel a responsibility to prove what great parents they were. But at the same time, they were social justice warriors that did a lot for the community and so their friends idolized them. I feel like it's best if I just stay away from everyone. I'm going to have a hard and lonely life if I feel like this forever. I also drink quite a bit too, so every time I'm in her presence, like she always tells me to stop drinking. And I'm just like how did the roles get reversed? I can remember promising I would never be like that. My best friend reminded me that when we were little, my parents had a smoking room in the basement and every time she was over, I would tell her not to go in there. And I just feel so angry. The kind of anger, like I can't sleep at night, I'm waking up in the middle of the night and I'm so pissed and ranting to myself in the early hours of the AM lately. I'm a depressed filthy slob, it takes me forever just to clean when I get in these moods. It's not even winter (which is when I'm at my worst). I have dried blood all over my living room from last night and I just can't believe I'm still like this. And then I don't even know how to verbalize my concerns. It's like my sister will call me and I won't pick up. I just don't know how to f*cking be honest about my feelings. I can't even. And I get that I'm an adult now, but I won't even allow myself to get help like that, and I hate that about myself because I need help. I could benefit from help, but I won't even let myself get it. I remember when I first told my mom I was depressed, she denied it and said that depression is a chemical imbalance in the brain in which I do not have. And I told her this and she denied that she ever said that, like continue to deny everything. I'm so lonely too because I'm not an intimate person, and I just wish I was like every other girl who has a boyfriend and I'm not, I'm going to be alone forever because I'm so closed off. Most of the time when I'm drinking, I just cry about my life, it's so pathetic. I stopped smoking, and I've been drinking more since because I don't like to be sober too long because I don't like flashbacks. I don't even know what these are anymore, they're not flashbacks, I don't know what these are, but I can't have this in my head. I'm feeling overwhelmed. I'm thinking about this other man from my childhood, actually a blood family member, but I KNOW it's not true, like I KNOW this. My uncle told my grandmother that I sent him porn through social media, and when she told me this, I was just hysterical. Not only do they all judge me and sexualize me like this, but I was the youngest for the first 8 years of my life, so I'm always shocked when they view me in this manner, and my grandmother is religious af, and it's not my fault that I'm more developed than all of them, and I was just like screaming at how untrue that porn thing was. But it has me revisiting how he always called me beautiful, he was always obsessed with how I looked, and I don't know I guess I just feel sensitive right now because I already know that nothing occurred between us. But one time when I was 8, I was supposed to sleepover at their house, but his wife refused to have me over. My other cousin stayed over, and she didn't let me come to the house, but that has nothing to do with anything. I just wish I weren't thinking about him like this. He's a twin, and his twin has always been more like a father figure to me. They're very different. Even his twin has said things, but it always felt that it stemmed from protectiveness, rather than admiration...I can remember always thinking that I'm not good enough for him. His twin doesn't do that, and I've felt closer to him like a dad. I already know that nothing happened, but I honestly think about that often, I'm not sure why. I'm supposed to see them in a month, and I paid for my ticket, but I keep crying every time I think about it that I'm just like no I cannot do this to myself anymore, and I refuse. But I still feel guilty.