seasons4changing
Member
- Nov 3, 2024
- 75
I grew up in the worse parts of Los Angeles . Was SA'd multiple times, abused, beaten, robbed blaming myself for my own weakness.
Told myself those times I was SA'd by strangers and family it was because I wanted it.
Suffering with my mind telling me my thoughts were all individual people. Diagnosed with autism ,dissociative identity disorder, bi polar 1 and PTSD struggling my adult life only thing I did was help contribute to making the most wonderful children I could ever imagine. I'm so proud of them.
Each therapist I had said "time will heal, it will get better." Or "don't ctb because what you're going thru is "temporary". Well I given it a try…year after year after year telling myself my mental health will get better and to see it only got worse. I'm tired of waking up each day not knowing if I'm in reality because the meds fucked me so hard.
Now I'm All checked into my hotel. Plan to ctb tomorrow with SN. I originally planned the morning but it might be pushed to the afternoon my son wants me to watch his YouTube video and I promised I would . I Had some beautiful last moments with my family. Laughed and took a trip down memory lane. Showed my kids all the cool stuff we did together over the years things they could not remember back when I was a better parent . Kids are off to their responsible parent and Now I'm sitting here in the hotel enjoying my last day…it feels surreal. Just been crying all day. Sad and wish my brain was better, wishing I was stronger, wishing I could manage.
All I see is little me crying. Crying because existence is pain and ctb is scary.
Told myself those times I was SA'd by strangers and family it was because I wanted it.
Suffering with my mind telling me my thoughts were all individual people. Diagnosed with autism ,dissociative identity disorder, bi polar 1 and PTSD struggling my adult life only thing I did was help contribute to making the most wonderful children I could ever imagine. I'm so proud of them.
Each therapist I had said "time will heal, it will get better." Or "don't ctb because what you're going thru is "temporary". Well I given it a try…year after year after year telling myself my mental health will get better and to see it only got worse. I'm tired of waking up each day not knowing if I'm in reality because the meds fucked me so hard.
Now I'm All checked into my hotel. Plan to ctb tomorrow with SN. I originally planned the morning but it might be pushed to the afternoon my son wants me to watch his YouTube video and I promised I would . I Had some beautiful last moments with my family. Laughed and took a trip down memory lane. Showed my kids all the cool stuff we did together over the years things they could not remember back when I was a better parent . Kids are off to their responsible parent and Now I'm sitting here in the hotel enjoying my last day…it feels surreal. Just been crying all day. Sad and wish my brain was better, wishing I was stronger, wishing I could manage.
All I see is little me crying. Crying because existence is pain and ctb is scary.