Avyn
Experienced
- Jan 27, 2021
- 223
I find myself thinking back to everything that ever happened, no matter if I am happy, angry or sad, I keep getting flashbacks and feeling so anxious..
I try so hard to distract myself but any small thing can trigger the memories and make me break down. I know abuse isn't the victims fault, but after all I went through, it feels so hard to be happy, it feels wrong, like I don't deserve it. I have been sad for so long that happiness makes me feel uncomfortable, like something will happen in a couple hours or minutes and shatter away this feeling, making me feel depressed again. I will never be good enough, I will never have good parents i can rely on, and I will high probably stay depressed forever. There is no hope for me, I got told so many times that I'm worthless, useless, stupid, ugly, immature, disgusting, trash, that I should've been put up for adoption, that I should kill myself etc, I know emotional abuse takes a very long time to heal, and sometimes doesn't even heal at all.. Being free, happy, not depending on these humans I call parents feels so goddamn wrong. I don't know how I will ever be able to deal with these thoughts, these feelings.
I have always wanted to live like a normal person - not feeling emotionally burnt out, not feeling depressed and insecure all the time. I wanted to be truly happy, but whenever I tried, the abuse would get worse and the feeling of hopelessness would greet me again. And the worst thing is, for some reason I still feel kinda bad for my parents, especially my mom! I'm still afraid of hurting her feelings, her small little ego when she's been the reason I'm suicidal and depressed.
I have never been taken serious when I talked to my friends about this, they'd always say how my parents are so nice, and that I am entitled for complaining about them. They'd say I am using my mother as an excuse for not going outside or simple things like having freedom, when in reality I was, and still am caged between 4 walls I call my room. They would never understand, people online show more compassion and empathy than friends you have had for over 10 years. How is this even possible?? I am happy they can't relate to the way I'm getting treated, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist just because they're in a good relationship with their parents.
Schools don't even teach anything about abuse - maybe some small little details about physical abuse but there is so much more to it. I guess what matters more is learning differential equations. Why don't we get prepared for life, why can't we get offered the help we need? Why is everyone so selfish and not understanding us, the ones in so much pain?
I will soon be gone from this place, I still need some mental preparation. I am not going to cbt - but if things go horribly wrong, it makes me more comfortable and safe knowing I can just kill myself and end it all. I might be missing out on a lot of wonderful things and dreams in life, but I wouldn't be the only one. We get taught from a young age that your dreams don't matter, what matters are those marks or else you get the belt. I hope everyone on here, especially the ones that went through abuse are coping better with it than me. It is so goddamn horrible.
I try so hard to distract myself but any small thing can trigger the memories and make me break down. I know abuse isn't the victims fault, but after all I went through, it feels so hard to be happy, it feels wrong, like I don't deserve it. I have been sad for so long that happiness makes me feel uncomfortable, like something will happen in a couple hours or minutes and shatter away this feeling, making me feel depressed again. I will never be good enough, I will never have good parents i can rely on, and I will high probably stay depressed forever. There is no hope for me, I got told so many times that I'm worthless, useless, stupid, ugly, immature, disgusting, trash, that I should've been put up for adoption, that I should kill myself etc, I know emotional abuse takes a very long time to heal, and sometimes doesn't even heal at all.. Being free, happy, not depending on these humans I call parents feels so goddamn wrong. I don't know how I will ever be able to deal with these thoughts, these feelings.
I have always wanted to live like a normal person - not feeling emotionally burnt out, not feeling depressed and insecure all the time. I wanted to be truly happy, but whenever I tried, the abuse would get worse and the feeling of hopelessness would greet me again. And the worst thing is, for some reason I still feel kinda bad for my parents, especially my mom! I'm still afraid of hurting her feelings, her small little ego when she's been the reason I'm suicidal and depressed.
I have never been taken serious when I talked to my friends about this, they'd always say how my parents are so nice, and that I am entitled for complaining about them. They'd say I am using my mother as an excuse for not going outside or simple things like having freedom, when in reality I was, and still am caged between 4 walls I call my room. They would never understand, people online show more compassion and empathy than friends you have had for over 10 years. How is this even possible?? I am happy they can't relate to the way I'm getting treated, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist just because they're in a good relationship with their parents.
Schools don't even teach anything about abuse - maybe some small little details about physical abuse but there is so much more to it. I guess what matters more is learning differential equations. Why don't we get prepared for life, why can't we get offered the help we need? Why is everyone so selfish and not understanding us, the ones in so much pain?
I will soon be gone from this place, I still need some mental preparation. I am not going to cbt - but if things go horribly wrong, it makes me more comfortable and safe knowing I can just kill myself and end it all. I might be missing out on a lot of wonderful things and dreams in life, but I wouldn't be the only one. We get taught from a young age that your dreams don't matter, what matters are those marks or else you get the belt. I hope everyone on here, especially the ones that went through abuse are coping better with it than me. It is so goddamn horrible.