Today I am sad. More sad then I have been in awhile. I guess when you strip away the bullshit anger you hide behind and start really thinking about things it gets pretty deep. As you all are aware I am on a journey of discovering and uncovering the real me. Ive been going to both personal and group therapy for awhile. Last week I had a break thru. I have started talking about my childhood and how it pertains to my eating disorder. This has put me in somewhat of a downward spiral.
I guess Ive never truly wanted to deal with some of the past because it is excruciating painful. I have had to recall an aunt that took my innocence at a very young age. I am talking about My Mother and some of the things I endured as a child. I never really have wanted to discuss or talk about any of this. The fact that at the age of three, I was already getting the message that something was wrong with me. My Step grandfather, thought it would be funny to nickname me Fatback. Now as a small child who am I to say, God thats really mean. I wasnt. I was in survival mode. Followed by at the age of seven, My mother deciding because of my weight I needed to go on a slim fast diet. Followed by guilt trips and empty promises, If I could lose the weight.
This coupled with My mother picking some of the most god awful men. Men that I felt I needed to protect my sisters and my mom from. I knew that if I remained bigger I could knock out those piece of shit fuckers that messed with me, My siblings and my mom
. I remember one in particular. His name was Robert Spears. He is the son of a bitch that molested my sister Angie. He had the audacity to say to me once "you better keep your friends and yourself away from me. They and you scare me. " For me my weight has been my protection. Physically. Mentally and emotionally.
Well with the emphasis being on my eating disorder and what caused this. It has stirred up a big pile of shit. Although this last week Ive just been letting myself feel. I guess this is why I feel so sad. Ive spent a lifetime hiding from me. A life time stuffing all of this with food and other addictions. A life time not wanting to deal and change things that really need to be undone from my childhood. To allow myself to be angry. To allow myself sadness and really all of the above. To just be in the emotions. To mourn a me that was innocent and didn't deserve a lot of the things that happened to me. My childhood affects my adult life in so many ways. Ive gotten a lot better, but have a long way to go.
Its amazing to me that when you are sad, Its considered a bad thing. One that there is something wrong with you and you just need to buck up and be happy. Well fuck it. I don't wanna do what I 'should' do.
Right now I feel lost, lonely and oft times misunderstood. It has affected all areas of my life. I have been so desperate for love and attention. I often times have put up with a lot of shit. More than I ever should have. The last one is exempt from the above statement. He couldn't give me what I wanted or needed but he sure as hell tried. More than any of the others.
I keep wondering when does this end?? When do I start feeling better. When do I get to have this black cloud leave me?? One of my friends said something that I guess would be good advice, but I still wonder?? He said you get to chose. When you start seeing the positive in the bad that is when it gets better. Gee, thanks.That goes back to the whole just be happy. Fuck that. Bahh. I should probably stop writing now.
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