Here goes.. (triggering)
Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 1:30 pm
I have alot to get out sorry if this is too long. :-/
I grew up with my father as a spoiled well behaved child until i was 12 and my father unexpectidly passed away of unknown causes (they assumed foul play was involved) I remember hearing my fathers girlfriend screaming to call 911 because he wasnt breathing and when the paramedics arrived the stuck my little brother and i in the basement and told us everything would be ok, daddy wasnt feeling well and they had to take him to the hospital and we could see him in a little while... all while they knew he was dead and we would never see him again... my grandfather showed up and took my brother and i to his house where still everyone insisted on lying to us telling us everything was fine... they tracked down my junkie of a mother and told her that my father had passed away and she needed to come get us and take us to get some clothes so we could move in with her. When we moved in with my mother we were introduced to her boyfriend... the devil himself. He belonged to a motorcycle club and was also an expert at cooking, selling and doing methanphetamines. we lived in a one bedroom apartment for what seemed like eternity all the while he abused my mother myself and my brother physically emotionally and sexually. that was when i first started contemplating and attempting suicide. jumping from windows, cutting, taking unknown pills, anything i could think of. we tried to run away time after time after time and eventually we made it... we got on a greyhound bus with nothing but the clothes we had on and three days later we were in a different state and staying at a family members house hiding out. soon after that i got involved in drugs first pot then pills and alcohal and then worse. I would do anything i could think of to try to ignore everything that was going on around me. my mothers habits became worse and also had a new boyfriend who was a sever alcoholic and was also abusive but nothing compared to my stepfather. i was kicked out of school and following down the path of my mother very fast, when i was 15 i had my first real boyfriend who i thought was a real winner until i wasnt ready to lose my virginity so he took it from me. my mother, brother and i bounced around from apartment to apartment house to house and finally ended up staying in a dingy motel room. tweakers coming and going all day all night never knew if the bills would be paid or if our stuff would be sitting outside or just gone all together. i eventually moved out of state and went to my grandparents house for a year or so... that wasnt much better, the day i turned 18 i packed and was out on my own i had a job an apartment a car and i was in school and i really thought i was gonna make it until it all slipped downhill again. my mother needed money and how could i tell her no when she said it was for my brother who needed food and medicine. i met a man i thought i loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. we had an apartment together and then he introduced me to his extracurricular activities... cocaine, heroin, and anything else you can put in your mouth up your nose or in your veins. i ended up getting pregnant by him and his response to that was to throw me down a flight of stairs. He moved out of state, left me, pregnant, alone, with all the bills, no job anymore, not in school anymore. just me and the little life in my belly. I moved across the country and in with... my mother. things were ok for a while but i ended up paying all her bills and listening to her get high in the bathroom 24/7 i got my own place and we are distant now. I have a job i try my best to take care of my child (whos father has only seen her twice in her 2 year old life) and im seeing someone new who im very much in love with but very much afraid of losing. I dont think that i have a bad life but something just isnt right. There are days that nothing is really wrong but all i can do is cry, there are days i dont even want to get out of bed and i dont know why and then there are days that i cant sleep at all and dont know why. I dont know why i feel the way i do i just know that i feel it and i want it to stop. I dont have much money, i dont have health insurance, the therapists around here want 350 just to see me one time and i cant afford it... i dont know where to turn... what to do. who to tell.. what to say.. i just know i need help. HELP?
I grew up with my father as a spoiled well behaved child until i was 12 and my father unexpectidly passed away of unknown causes (they assumed foul play was involved) I remember hearing my fathers girlfriend screaming to call 911 because he wasnt breathing and when the paramedics arrived the stuck my little brother and i in the basement and told us everything would be ok, daddy wasnt feeling well and they had to take him to the hospital and we could see him in a little while... all while they knew he was dead and we would never see him again... my grandfather showed up and took my brother and i to his house where still everyone insisted on lying to us telling us everything was fine... they tracked down my junkie of a mother and told her that my father had passed away and she needed to come get us and take us to get some clothes so we could move in with her. When we moved in with my mother we were introduced to her boyfriend... the devil himself. He belonged to a motorcycle club and was also an expert at cooking, selling and doing methanphetamines. we lived in a one bedroom apartment for what seemed like eternity all the while he abused my mother myself and my brother physically emotionally and sexually. that was when i first started contemplating and attempting suicide. jumping from windows, cutting, taking unknown pills, anything i could think of. we tried to run away time after time after time and eventually we made it... we got on a greyhound bus with nothing but the clothes we had on and three days later we were in a different state and staying at a family members house hiding out. soon after that i got involved in drugs first pot then pills and alcohal and then worse. I would do anything i could think of to try to ignore everything that was going on around me. my mothers habits became worse and also had a new boyfriend who was a sever alcoholic and was also abusive but nothing compared to my stepfather. i was kicked out of school and following down the path of my mother very fast, when i was 15 i had my first real boyfriend who i thought was a real winner until i wasnt ready to lose my virginity so he took it from me. my mother, brother and i bounced around from apartment to apartment house to house and finally ended up staying in a dingy motel room. tweakers coming and going all day all night never knew if the bills would be paid or if our stuff would be sitting outside or just gone all together. i eventually moved out of state and went to my grandparents house for a year or so... that wasnt much better, the day i turned 18 i packed and was out on my own i had a job an apartment a car and i was in school and i really thought i was gonna make it until it all slipped downhill again. my mother needed money and how could i tell her no when she said it was for my brother who needed food and medicine. i met a man i thought i loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. we had an apartment together and then he introduced me to his extracurricular activities... cocaine, heroin, and anything else you can put in your mouth up your nose or in your veins. i ended up getting pregnant by him and his response to that was to throw me down a flight of stairs. He moved out of state, left me, pregnant, alone, with all the bills, no job anymore, not in school anymore. just me and the little life in my belly. I moved across the country and in with... my mother. things were ok for a while but i ended up paying all her bills and listening to her get high in the bathroom 24/7 i got my own place and we are distant now. I have a job i try my best to take care of my child (whos father has only seen her twice in her 2 year old life) and im seeing someone new who im very much in love with but very much afraid of losing. I dont think that i have a bad life but something just isnt right. There are days that nothing is really wrong but all i can do is cry, there are days i dont even want to get out of bed and i dont know why and then there are days that i cant sleep at all and dont know why. I dont know why i feel the way i do i just know that i feel it and i want it to stop. I dont have much money, i dont have health insurance, the therapists around here want 350 just to see me one time and i cant afford it... i dont know where to turn... what to do. who to tell.. what to say.. i just know i need help. HELP?