My Story
Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 9:25 am
When you are a kid you should have fun the perfect family, everyone happy and healthy, but life is not always the way it should be. My mum had manic depression from me being three, so I grew up having her with us for a few good months then a few very bad months and then a lot of mum being in hospital. We grew up in a small village and everyone knew where my mum had gone and this resulted in been bullied as no one really understood in those days. I got used to it and grew up hated the fact that my mum wasn't there for me when I needed her, I was the one who picked her wedding dress with no mum, planned my wedding not knowing if she was going to be well and then not helping me when my babies came along. I knew it wasn't her fault but I was young and needed her. My marriage failed and my husband turned my children away from me and they decided that they wanted to live with him, bang my world ended and I went from mistake to mistake resulting in marrying a man I didn't love but thought he could look after me - another mistake and night after night I would dream of bad things happening to him, eventually I left and very shortly after that he died and I thought I had caused it by just by thinking about it. I couldn't cope with this guilt and thought tablets were the way out but was taken care of by my new partner. He thought a new life away from the hurt was going to help me and a year on it might have done but my mum died and I couldn't get to say good bye and to tell her I now know what sort of life she had and in those day the treatment was awful-electric shock, being turn into a zombie state with medication, and I
miss her. I am scared that I will have her life...
I live in a beautiful place, the countryside in Scotland is peaceful but I just look out of the window from the moment my partner leaves then just before he comes home from work I put my smile on its like lipstick aways in my bag to cover how I really am, I cant tell him how I am as he is proud to be looking after me and he loves his new life, how long can I pretend that I am happy before I burst or are caught out. I have tried to get out but at the moment I dont feel safe without been near my partner.
But just writing this is not making me feel better but somehow lighter, is this normal? Am I normal?
miss her. I am scared that I will have her life...
I live in a beautiful place, the countryside in Scotland is peaceful but I just look out of the window from the moment my partner leaves then just before he comes home from work I put my smile on its like lipstick aways in my bag to cover how I really am, I cant tell him how I am as he is proud to be looking after me and he loves his new life, how long can I pretend that I am happy before I burst or are caught out. I have tried to get out but at the moment I dont feel safe without been near my partner.
But just writing this is not making me feel better but somehow lighter, is this normal? Am I normal?