
This was a very bittersweet trip for me. Since I forgot my journal


I had to call my therapist for the first time ever the day I left cuz I was experiencing some serious cold feet. It was AWFULLY triggering. Maybe just cuz the last time I 'talked' to a T on the phone I was being terminated? I don't know, it just seemed like she sounded annoyed or something. Even if she wasn't, I don't see how I can possibly ever call her again. It just caused way too much chaos in my brain before/during/afterward!!! She had good stuff to say, but I just went into a really bad place after the call...

The first few days I was at my Grandmother's and it was like being in the ######6 TWILIGHT ZONE. Imagine someone taking a building from a dream, and then constructing it in real life. I recognized so many things and objects around that old house, from 12 years ago, yet I don't feel like I have any real memories of visiting either her or my Grandfather, who didn't recognize me when we visited him at the nursing home(he got alzheimers 4 years ago). It just didn't mean much to me because I didn't feel like I had much of a connection to him. I mean, I saw him last when I was 9 or so, and evidently I really liked him, but that's very much gone now. Same story with my Grandmother.
Then I went to my Dad's for a few days. (different state) We watched a video of when my Dad and stepmom got married. Again, almost 10 years old. But this is where it got VERY CREEPY for me. I realized...I remember nothing of this. I feel like I recognize the room where the reception was, but that's it. During the ceremony, a friend watching the video with us said I (the little girl in the video) "looked like I wanted to kill myself." But then at the reception, I'm all joy and happy and talking to my grandmother and dancing...I guess I am just so surprised that I remember none of it. I remember my mother's wedding with my stepdad, I feel, very well, and I was only 5 when that happened. But there's also a lot of sadness here because...I don't get why I can't remember the times I visited my Dad, better. I remember breaking down into uncontrollable tears when he'd drop us off. I remember so desperately not wanting to leave him and not wanting to go home. I remember my mom ignoring me as I cried for him. But my memories with him are so few.

Overall it was a positive trip. Honestly though, I feel like a returned castaway. So many people know me and have heard of me, yet I don't know them; I am the long lost daughter/granddaughter/niece coming back after 12 years. And I can't help but feel like I have missed out on everything. My Dad has spent more years with my stepbrothers(the ones from the marriage when I was 10) than he has spent with me. He has even legally adopted them. I've known all this for awhile but it's slowly starting to sink in. It's all so sad. All these relatives seemed so happy. And I have missed out on so much.


Not to mention they all seem to be very well aware of my mother's "psychological problems," which is still news to me. Some of their stories...it's mind boggling. It's hard to grasp that I could very well have been in the WRONG FAMILY my whole life. And that my mother could be as sick as some of their stories suggest. I mean...she sounds utterly DELUSIONAL, not to mention a pathological LIAR and overall CRUEL, BACKSTABBING, HATEFUL WOMAN. Yet I have always known her to be this completely darling person. My uncle said she is such a charmer, great personality, but when you get to know her she causes absolute mayhem. I hate to say it but I believe him. Ugh did she seriously raise me???