Jaxxie
25-06-2015, 06:36 PM
I feel horrible. I'm 34-years-old and I still can't get life right. I feel like I'm standing outside of my body watching everything from the outside and I'm thinking,this isn't really my life. It's like I was dropped into the wrong family. My family is very fundamentalist Christian, I'm not religious at all. My parents will express opinions and viewpoints and in my mind I'm thinking, there's no way the two people who gave me life really think this way. Just hearing them speak or seeing things they post on FB makes me feel like I want to claw my way out of my own skin. They don't do it on purpose to aggravate me, it's just who they are and it clashes with who I am. So I spend a lot of time with my head down, trying to tune it out, or sitting on my hands whilst browsing social media.
My marriage is in the toilet, so I had an online affair for a few months, but I felt so guilty and ashamed I ended it. My almost-teenage son is a constant reminder of what a lousy parent I am. I'm stuck, because I can't work and make enough to support myself. I feel like such a failure, all the way around. My mother said recently that the family is worried about me. That it seems like even when I'm around, I'm not really present. That no one knows quite what to say to me or around me.
I haven't cut in years. I mean, almost a decade, but lately I've been missing it. Isn't that sad? To be clean for so long, yet miss it? Most days I just want to disappear forever. Then no one would be inconvenienced by my weird moods or inability to cope with sitting in the same room with relatives I can't carry on a decent conversation with. Every time I try and talk to my mom about it, she just tells me I need to have faith.
I want to give up. It just doesn't seem worth all this BS. Never getting better. Ever.
My marriage is in the toilet, so I had an online affair for a few months, but I felt so guilty and ashamed I ended it. My almost-teenage son is a constant reminder of what a lousy parent I am. I'm stuck, because I can't work and make enough to support myself. I feel like such a failure, all the way around. My mother said recently that the family is worried about me. That it seems like even when I'm around, I'm not really present. That no one knows quite what to say to me or around me.
I haven't cut in years. I mean, almost a decade, but lately I've been missing it. Isn't that sad? To be clean for so long, yet miss it? Most days I just want to disappear forever. Then no one would be inconvenienced by my weird moods or inability to cope with sitting in the same room with relatives I can't carry on a decent conversation with. Every time I try and talk to my mom about it, she just tells me I need to have faith.
I want to give up. It just doesn't seem worth all this BS. Never getting better. Ever.