I totally understand, babe..My suggestion was just the vindictive part of me..lol..But ur reasoning makes absolute sense...Ur parents make me sick..(Tried to find the most decent, respectful way of communicating my disdain for them)..
U got this, my Sistah Souljah..♡
One who roams through the universe will never weary of the truth; it is the false things that will bring on disgust. - Seneca
I liked your suggestion. I like that you fight. I fight, too. As I've said before, anger is a helper, it identifies when boundaries have been crossed. Vindictiveness and revenge, I think, are responses of anger when it feels it must become a weapon as a tool, and it and those responses are empowered, I think, by blame, which discharges discomfort, fear, uncertainty, and helplessness. They seek violence and oppression in response to violence and oppression, and so a sense of powerlessness turns into toxic power: "I have power, and I
want power." In this situation, the toxicity stops with me.
I have compassion and understanding for vindictiveness and revenge. Sometimes the messages they seek to send get through: "You hurt me in an unjust way. Ima smack you back since you can't hear but you can feel." If one finds, however, that they have not served and one feels they have caused ineffective harm (because they may decide, to quote Seneca again, that it is more wretched to harm than to be harmed), then instead of self-condemnation, -hatred, and -negation, they can use awareness as a tool for growth, healing, and moving forward when they are ready, when they have a more solid sense of self-power, when they stand tall and strong and aren't knocked off balance by the hits from other fellow humans who act in ignorance, too. In the end, we are all human. We find the best tools we can to discharge our discomfort, uncertainty, and helplessness, and when we have the foundations to support true strength and its growth, what a boon. Sometimes we get bruised and scarred, and sometimes we bruise and scar others; such is life. It's what we do with it once it's done that matters. We can learn from everything, and while growth and new awareness may be painful, there is a distinct difference between hurt and genuine harm.
I'm not preaching at you, friend. This is my way of solidifying what I learn, by saying it to others, by teaching myself while teaching. But I don't expect or demand you take the lessons. You inspired me to see them more clearly for myself, and you gave me power in your honesty, authenticity, and acceptance of and respect for me. I thank you, and I offer the same in return.
I respect your fire. I have it, too. I respect your fight. I have it, too. I respect your coming to the defense of others with shields and swords of truth and justice. I do that, too. I respect the vindictive part of you, she is strong. She is disgusted by false things, and I don't think you want to destroy others, but what is disgusting and false. If that is true, I am the same. I am imperfect, but I respect and honor myself, and I offer that to and share it with you. You have much power. I have that, too. You have a lot of light and goodness. I have that, too. I wish the vindictive part of you, and the soft and giving parts of you, and your whole self, nothing but the best. I wish for your well-being and peace. We each have abundant amounts of love, strength, power, virtue, and desire for justice and rightness, and that makes me glad to know you, and feel good that I do. I send you hearts and hugs and all good things right back. Thank you for your support and fighting on my behalf. I didn't get that from my family, but I love that I got it from you.
Does the country you live in require that they or someone be notified ? If not prepay for a service or cremation..donate possessions to something..i dont think you are obligated to let them know..they dont seem obligated to you..just my thought, that and a nickel won't get you anything
I've researched it, and the Department of State will be notified, which will notify them. There's no way around it.
No, I am not obligated to let them know, and it's clear they have discharged all obligations to me. I'm working on letting them own that. In the book Boundaries, there's a story about parents who did everything for their son so that he had no problems, which depleted their resources. The therapist said, "Would you like for him to have some problems?" The point was that he would never be motivated to take responsibility for himself if he didn't have to own and deal with his problems. He needed the consequences. I'm working on looking at this situation from this perspective, and reminding myself to not be codependent by recognizing, again and again, that I did not cause their problems, I can't cure them, and I can't control my parents or the outcomes of their actions. Unfortunately, if they are to grow, they need the consequences, and if they choose not to grow and learn from them, I have no control over that, either; they are autonomous adults, free to fuck up, to stay fucked up, or to choose to grow. I am an autonomous adult, and I am free to own only what is mine, and free to unburden myself from what is theirs.
They will not be surprised that I suicided. They are already prepared. They already have defenses up and already use them. They do not seek my comfort or wisdom, and do not know how to receive them and use them. The best I can do is to love them from afar and wish them the best on their journeys. I am not doing this
to them, and they will have to figure out for themselves what they are and are not responsible for, what they have done to themselves, and to work it out. I didn't cause all this to suck for them. Their own histories and fallibilities did that. I have compassion for that and for them. I can absolutely do nothing more. There is relief in that. Contemplating and planning suicide is setting me free in more ways than I could have expected.
Thank you for your input. Thank you for inspiring me to work through more, and helping me to solidify what I know is right, even though it's uncomfortable. It's strengthening my integrity: to choose courage over comfort; to do chose what's right over what's easy (and codependency/fixing has been conditioned to be easy); and to practice my values and virtues and not just profess them (allowing them autonomy and ownership of their actions and the consequences is a hard-won value). This is about self-respect, and not giving up my convictions and what I've worked to learn in order to be liked, loved, or valued, especially by those who have proven unwilling to do so, much as I have always deserved it. I accept them as they are, and I frickin like, love, value, respect, and accept myself. That's a pretty good ending. Too bad they just don't get it, and never have. That will always hurt, but what I've gained in spite of it is downright incredible. I have more balance now. I am stronger. I am more content and amazed at what I see in myself that keeps coming more and more into light. With every one of these fires I pass through in this journal, I am stronger and more refined, burnished rather than scarred. I don't have anything to pour all this great stuff into other than myself, but also, here on the forum, while I am still alive, to those who appreciate and choose to use it as serves them best. I am an extrovert, I am social, I am not an introvert who is most grounded by pouring things into and connecting with myself (an imperfect understanding, I don't mean to offend, I am trying to express that I see value in that and have admiration and respect for it, just as many introverts feel and think about extroverts). I have developed into somewhat of an ambivert -- I have learned to pour into and connect with myself, but I still need and love pouring the best I have into and connecting with others who want it so that I, too, am replenished and have more power and resources. I am a connector and a communicator. It is how I am. It is not always satisfied, but when it is, it's damn satisfying.
Seneca again:
It is with life as with a play: what matters is not how long it is, but how good...Leave off where you choose; just be sure to give it a good ending.
This is my good ending, here in my life and in connections with others on the forum. It is the best I can do -- as they say in France, so as never to overpraise:
pas mal (not bad).
I am pretty satisfied in spite of all the loss and everything put upon me that I don't deserve. Fortune has put quite a hole in my boat, and I need to swim away from it to what I can only hope is freedom. I don't think many people ever reach the point of satisfaction. The world would be much better if we all could be satisfied with, deeply recognize, appreciate and value what we have, instead of constantly seeking more. I am more full than I thought I was. I am enjoying it, and it's a fine ending, even if those I loved the most aren't aware of that, which causes some measure of hurt to the loving, pouring, connecting extrovert in me, and yet it replenishes and strengthens me, too, in no longer needing those who do not give or satisfy anyway.