Like being underwater, no hope.
Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 9:25 am
All I feel is that I have a constant black cloud surrounding my life.
My mother didn’t love me. The truth is, she never cared or had any feelings towards me. As a child I tried my best to impress her, make her proud of me, like me a little. But she was incapable.
She wasn’t warm. She never praised. Not once did she ever say: ‘I love you’. Instead, she found fault. She shouted. Mostly I remember her shouting and beating me for no reasonable reason.
From the outside it must have looked like we were an ordinary middle-class family. My father works offshore and I stayed at home with her and my brother. She would treat him differently not the way she used to be with me.
I was the second child. Although my father was a talented man, Mother never recognized this. In her eyes, he was never good enough for her.
My father was mostly offshore and I dont remember alot of happy days in my childhood and not even a single memory of my mother being happy either.
Hysterical, yes. She was always dramatic, always shouting, always making a scene. My father and I walked on eggshells around her. He was a good man, a kind man, but he was weak. He didn’t stand up to her. If he’d been different, stepped in to say: ‘This is wrong’, things might have been different, but he didn’t. She wouldnt let him.
Everything about her was cold. She wouldnt even buy me a card or a birthday present because she said my father used to buy me 'everything' so I didnt need anything.
She never kissed me. I only remember one hug in my life and it was recently only because I stood up for her because my father had some pornographic pictures subscribed thru his email and I knew he was lying and sayin that they were junk mails and advertisements altho it was adresses to his name... Shes wasnt into this kinda technology and now I gave her my tablet to learn stuff. Later on I found stuff that my father is cheating on my mother with black prostitutes and she doesnt even know it and I never told anyone not even my father. My mother tested positive for hsv-1 (herpes) which she obviously got from my father and she got a hysterectomy 10years ago and the cause was 99% HPV..
She hated housework, so she got a maid. She was a terrible cook aswell. Used to cook things on purpose that I didnt like.
She didn’t have friends or family because all of them dont talk to her not even her mother..She didn’t really have hobbies. The only thing that seemed to get her animated was shopping for clothes. When she and my father went out, she had to be the best-dressed and sexiest.
Now I'm 27 years, gay, and never had a job or continued school because I was always feeling down because of my mother. As a child, I hoped I had been adopted and dreamed that one day my real mother would knock on the door. She used to push me on the floor and kick my guts because I didnt want to go to school because I was too sad and damaged to function like other kids. She doesnt even realize. I got diagnosed with agoraphobia and it gotten worse then before so i'm kinda going thru a really hard time lately.. My mother shaped my life, I know. I am damaged because of her and I cant accept it... I just wish I could wake up one morning, and not have anxiety continuously ruin my life. For once, I’d love to walk out of the door, lock it behind me, and be able to just go out on my own without feeling sick to my stomach and having panic attacks. It’s really put me into a dark place these past few months, and I just wish it would all stop. Anxiety is not something that you can just “not think about” for it to go away. It’s a very serious matter, and what’s worst about it is that only you can feel it. Nothing about it is visible. All you can do is explain to someone about what you’re feeling. It’s just f****** horrible and I want my life back.
Like being underwater, or staring into an endlessly deep abyss, with no warmth, no light and no hope. Just blankness. And an overwhelming terror that this is really how things are and always will be. Looking for some respite in sleep, which is poisoned by the most negative, unhappy dreams, which sometimes I immediately resume on awakening again. I've been unhappy for a long time now and there is nothing in particular that makes me feel this way. It's so odd. I'm exhausted. It happens all the time I'm outside trying to have fun like every other one around and I am the only one depressed and everything doesn't make sense to me. I'm isolating all the time. I want to place apart and detach from anything and anyone. I want to be alone. Going out somewhere is painfully awkward. I feel like no one can't bear me and doesn't really like me at all. I feel emotionless and numb.
My mother didn’t love me. The truth is, she never cared or had any feelings towards me. As a child I tried my best to impress her, make her proud of me, like me a little. But she was incapable.
She wasn’t warm. She never praised. Not once did she ever say: ‘I love you’. Instead, she found fault. She shouted. Mostly I remember her shouting and beating me for no reasonable reason.
From the outside it must have looked like we were an ordinary middle-class family. My father works offshore and I stayed at home with her and my brother. She would treat him differently not the way she used to be with me.
I was the second child. Although my father was a talented man, Mother never recognized this. In her eyes, he was never good enough for her.
My father was mostly offshore and I dont remember alot of happy days in my childhood and not even a single memory of my mother being happy either.
Hysterical, yes. She was always dramatic, always shouting, always making a scene. My father and I walked on eggshells around her. He was a good man, a kind man, but he was weak. He didn’t stand up to her. If he’d been different, stepped in to say: ‘This is wrong’, things might have been different, but he didn’t. She wouldnt let him.
Everything about her was cold. She wouldnt even buy me a card or a birthday present because she said my father used to buy me 'everything' so I didnt need anything.
She never kissed me. I only remember one hug in my life and it was recently only because I stood up for her because my father had some pornographic pictures subscribed thru his email and I knew he was lying and sayin that they were junk mails and advertisements altho it was adresses to his name... Shes wasnt into this kinda technology and now I gave her my tablet to learn stuff. Later on I found stuff that my father is cheating on my mother with black prostitutes and she doesnt even know it and I never told anyone not even my father. My mother tested positive for hsv-1 (herpes) which she obviously got from my father and she got a hysterectomy 10years ago and the cause was 99% HPV..
She hated housework, so she got a maid. She was a terrible cook aswell. Used to cook things on purpose that I didnt like.
She didn’t have friends or family because all of them dont talk to her not even her mother..She didn’t really have hobbies. The only thing that seemed to get her animated was shopping for clothes. When she and my father went out, she had to be the best-dressed and sexiest.
Now I'm 27 years, gay, and never had a job or continued school because I was always feeling down because of my mother. As a child, I hoped I had been adopted and dreamed that one day my real mother would knock on the door. She used to push me on the floor and kick my guts because I didnt want to go to school because I was too sad and damaged to function like other kids. She doesnt even realize. I got diagnosed with agoraphobia and it gotten worse then before so i'm kinda going thru a really hard time lately.. My mother shaped my life, I know. I am damaged because of her and I cant accept it... I just wish I could wake up one morning, and not have anxiety continuously ruin my life. For once, I’d love to walk out of the door, lock it behind me, and be able to just go out on my own without feeling sick to my stomach and having panic attacks. It’s really put me into a dark place these past few months, and I just wish it would all stop. Anxiety is not something that you can just “not think about” for it to go away. It’s a very serious matter, and what’s worst about it is that only you can feel it. Nothing about it is visible. All you can do is explain to someone about what you’re feeling. It’s just f****** horrible and I want my life back.
Like being underwater, or staring into an endlessly deep abyss, with no warmth, no light and no hope. Just blankness. And an overwhelming terror that this is really how things are and always will be. Looking for some respite in sleep, which is poisoned by the most negative, unhappy dreams, which sometimes I immediately resume on awakening again. I've been unhappy for a long time now and there is nothing in particular that makes me feel this way. It's so odd. I'm exhausted. It happens all the time I'm outside trying to have fun like every other one around and I am the only one depressed and everything doesn't make sense to me. I'm isolating all the time. I want to place apart and detach from anything and anyone. I want to be alone. Going out somewhere is painfully awkward. I feel like no one can't bear me and doesn't really like me at all. I feel emotionless and numb.