
for so long ive been shut down. trying to avoid all my feelings. ive been sad, depressed, but it really hasnt been that bad for a while because ive just completely shut off. kept myself so busy, kept my mind constantly busy not giving myself a moment to think about things, because i am scared of what will happen if i try to face these feelings.
this week has just been awful. all these emotions have just come back, out of nowhere. i cant run and hide from them anymore. and im in so much pain i have so much anger and hatred for my father.
he is an alcoholic and for the past 7years of my life up until about a year ago he would mentally abuse us. he used to shout, absolute nonsense, relentlessly from 6pm till about 5am in the morning. he also used to play music at full volume when we were trying to sleep too. he would say things like "you dont love me you hate me you want me dead" and this is after countless conversations with him every day trying to help him, trying to see that he needs help. but because in his eyes he was doing nothing wrong, all he saw from us was hatred or something. he used to say that alot, "you dont love me". that hurt so much. because i did. i really really did still love him at that point. but i couldnt tell him or show that to him because i was in SO much pain and i couldnt forgive him for all the torture he was putting us through.
this was all happening when i was still at school, from the ages of 11-18. i would be pleading and crying for him to just stop shouting. all i wanted to do was sleep and it was torture. the amount of times i went to school the next day having had no sleep. or times when i would go into school late and id say i overslept and people would call me lazy... they didnt understand. and it hurt so badly, because no-one understood. and i couldnt open up and tell anyone.
my dad has hurt me more than i can ever express. i have such a huge heart and i am ready to give it to all and everyone that i meet, yet with all that love i have so much hate. hate. pure evil hatred for my father, for the things he said, the toturous messed up things he said, and how they wont leave me alone.
it was such a helpless situation because he wouldnt get help, or admit he had a problem, yet my mom couldnt kick him out because it would make him homeless as he hasnt worked for 10 years. i remember my mom wanted to divorce him when i was 11. (the alcoholism had been going on longer, but 11 was only when i became aware of it)
i remember him coming downstairs and my brother and sister and i were having lunch. and he was like "well thats it your mom wants to get rid of me. divorce" and i just ran upstairs and cried my eyes out, and couldnt see why or how this could ever happen because they had to be together forever. thats just how it should be. so the only reason she didnt divorce him then was because i refused it, because i was still a little girl who still loved her daddy. and i look back at that sentence and all i see is I I I. it makes me feel so selfish. maybe the past 7years and all the pain could have been avoided if i hadnt been so selfish.
(i should add that a year and a half ago my mom finally did divorce my dad. he got half of everything of my moms money even tho he hasnt worked for 10years!! my mom remortgaged the house so we didnt have to move out, and now she cant retire for another 10 years. i havnt heard from my dad since he moved out.. nor do i want to/am ready to)
i feel like i want to blame every bad thing that has happened in my life on my father. like failing my exams, all the scars i have from SI, the fact that i started SI, my suicide attempt, my inability to cope with life, my neediness, my inability to be physically close with people, and the way i am completely emotionally shut off from all my family.
the way i always mess up when someone likes me and push them away telling them im messed up and crazy. i want to blame it all on my dad but i know i cant. yes he was shouting during all of my exams and i had it harder than some, but i was still not revising. i cant let go of my regrets about how i let my dad take over and control and destroy my life. i was so strong in the sense that i held my exterior together so well and i kept up an avid social life, had great friends and was well liked, but inside i was letting myself fall apart completely. i regret that alot.
ive had depression on and off for about 4 years, it started when i was about 15. i started SI, because i guess i didnt know how to deal with things anymore. it is only since about september 2010 that this time around it has really hit hard. ive still managed to be sociable in the past but this year ive just shut off from everything. in february 2011 after being on this site(the chatroom) for a month i realised with the help of others that i needed some help. because i was getting nowhere. so i went to the doctors started antidepressants, and counselling.
the reason i write this post now is because yesterday i skipped counselling. the reason i skipped counselling is because last week when visiting some friends i was out and i was a little drunk. out of nowhere came this huge amount of anger and rage that had previously been dormant for nearly 2 years. my friend told me to take my anger out on him and not on myself. so i hit him (it didnt hurt him cos im a girl and quite weak) but i did it. and i kept on hitting and punching and crying over and over till i fell to the floor. and i was shouting "i hate him. i hate him. i HATE him" and i dont know where it came from. because ive not thought about my dad for about 5months. but i cant get it out of my head. i feel insane. i feel like im not safe to be around people now. i dont like that it happened. i feel like i am not safe to be around myself or other people if that happened again.
it reminds me of some dark dark times when my fathers nonsense shouting had gotten too much for me and it was about 5 am and i went into the spare room that he slept in and smashed everything, and slammed his door over and over screaming at him to stop shouting. it reminds me of another time when i was so past upset and crying that it turned to rage and i have never wanted to kill someone like i wanted to kill him. i wanted him to die.
that night last week has brought back all these memories of me crying my eyes out, shaking and with my fingers in my ears, blacking out from the pain of the relentless shouts. being reminded of it now makes it feel so real, and i hate that all this anger has come back. i dont want to feel angry. i just want to love. theres too much bad in the world already and i hate that i am feeling so much of it!!!
so.... i was meant to have this counselling appt yesterday. i didnt go because i was feeling so awful about what happened last week on the night out. its just been plaguing my mind so much. i stayed in bed for 2days and hid from the world, including my appt....i got a letter today saying that theyve given up my appt spot because the waiting list is so long.
now i just feel like everything is falling apart again. all this pain that and anger that has been dormant for so long has come back, and now my only proper source of professional help has gone. i was just getting ready to discuss the whole "dad situation" with my counsellor. and now i cant. and its all my fault. i will have to wait another 2months to get a new counsellor. i need it now tho. i need to talk to someone now because this is too much for me at the moment. i just feel awful. feel like such a failure. and i cant get all these memories out of my head.
i really didnt know what else to do. this is the most ive opened up in a very long time. and the most i have ever opened up other than with 1 perosn at a time. so if youve read all this.. thanks... alot. and please dont judge, not that you will, but i just get really scared

jj