Hello everyone.
I can't seem to get a handle lately. The bad days are outnumbering the good days. i feel like I'm back in the mental hospital again--I was placed there by my parents when they got divorced. They;re divorce got in the way of the life. They didn't do anything to support me--help me with school,let me keep skating. All they did was unload their problems on me--my dad would talk about how bad my mother was, my mother would cry because my father cheated on her with another women before they were divorced. My parents have luggage from their days and guess what. No I have it.
I'v ebeen lucky sometimes, but it seems that I'm either very lucky or very unlucky no inbetween.
I managed to pull myself out of their drama, finish high school, finish college, marry a wonderful man,. Truly he is wonderful!! He really loves me--no matter how much stuff I have with me.
Last year I was diagnosed with lupus. The doctors were so stuipid--they didn't find it till 3 months later--I was in kidney failure almost lost my kidneys. Had to go through chemo and nasty steriods that made me gain weight--I'm 170 pounds at 25. That's insane for me. Nobody seems to understand and my family who I stopped talking to years ago could only muster a phone call and card.
My father offered to donate blood to a repository in OK but with the condition I forgive his new wife. I figured as much.
JERK.
My mother is not playing an active role in my health-she one of those people who when she sees soemthing wrong she just doesn't say anything. She has no voice.
I don't know if my adreanal gland in messed up after the steriod or what--I'm seeing an Ednocrine but I won't have results till May 18. I'm off the handle. I'm destorying our new house--I break stuff our of rage. I'm so depressed all the time. I've always felt so alone--my family doens't like me--never did. Everyone things I'm a bad person. But would a bad preson go to college--University of Nebraska at Omaha, graduate with honors, participate in school, donate time ot he boys and girls club marry a good man, etc....
Why do they all think I'm so bad? Now I'm sick--I'm better now but I can't say it was because of their help.
I've started cutting myself. My wrist. And I've written my letter tomy husband. One letter to him--telling him what a beautiful person he is--and he is, really aownderful person. And one ot my family yelling atthem for causing me such grief and never apologizing.
I've thought about the car int he garage--maygbe I can run it into something--then my husban dwill atlesat get the insurance 250K out of it. My life is nothing. And I'm tired of always trying to dig it out of trenches,,nobody wants me here. My parents were never meant to be together--so I'mnot meant tobe here.
I just want th epain to stop.