Soulless_Angel
existence is futile
- Jul 10, 2019
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I write as a parent, there are so many on here who write about not wishing to have been born and hating their parents, they write as a child who believes that non existence would have been better, Tonight after one too many rums, I write tonight as a parent, I am prepared to be hated for this post, prepared to debate and prepared for whatever comes my way
Mental health issues have been underlying through out my life, as a women, I never chose the sexual abuse, the emotional neglect, the physical violence, the hatred aimed at me from every angle, but it became normal, to me I knew no different. to me a life as a child was one of solitude and pain, one of a world were I was forced into one a child should never have witnessed. I swore I would never have children, claimed I would never bring them into this hell. yet it was all I knew, smiles and laughter didn't exist in my world, unless it was at another's suffering.
Yet when I was 17 and found myself pregnant, I simply could not destroy the life within me, and vowed to give him more then I ever could.
Forced adoption soon arose and the age of 4, after years of a life that was never simple or smooth, I thought my life was one to be alone with nothing worth while. a CTB attempt led to nothing but sleep for days, a further attempt left me in a police station before being let out.
Yet some how I found my feet, met my husband, found a life that I had been seeking, a life I had believed I was searching for, one I deserved. We went on to have children, 4 beautiful children, 4 individual personalities,stubborn, independent, loving, shy yet cocky.
I thought I had everything, I thought my past was behind me.
April 2nd this year, something within me snapped, I wanted it all to end, this life, this world, this existence. it was no longer relevant to me. Past hitting me, the mask I had been holding for the past 11 or so years slipped, suddenly it kept going, everything fell apart. It was only then serious mental health issues made themselves known to me,
No longer was I living the ideal life, No longer was I living in a world that was safe.
Reality kicked in. Fast forward to this day, my path is decided, the last few days finally confirming my thoughts, but those right now are irrelevant, I refuse to be selfish right now.
You can call me selfish for bringing life into this world that may not have wanted to be brought into it, but when I look into the eyes of my 6 yr old boy, I see someone who is loving everything around him, confident, cocky with a adult sense of humour.
I wonder does he ever wish he wasn't here, then I shake myself and think, how would he know at this young age of death, not existing, how would he even comprehend a world were he wasn't born, the answer is, he simply couldn't.
Yes I forced him into this world, I brought him into a world that I thought was safe and secure, I was naive, but I was content in a bubble that was soon to be burst. But in that bubble there was nothing to even hint at the hell about to fall upon me.
For those who suffer mental health issues and are aware from a young age, those who are able to make those choices of never bring a life into this world, those who are able to sit there and go, this is happening, I wish not to bring suffering to others, I respect you, I hope your path turns the way you wish no matter what it may be
For those that are older yet are in the eyes of some still their child. I apologise as a mother, as a parent, for the path that life has sent you on, I apologise for a life you wish you were not gifted, as it has caused you nothing but heartache, pain and hell.
As a mother, I apologise for the selfish act of giving life when it is not wanted.
As a women, I beg you to understand, we sometimes wish and pray the life we give will ensure one of a better future, we intend to change the path of our history in the hope of a better tomorrow,
As a human being, I apologise for the mistake we have made, a lesson learnt, a chain of events as the pain ripples down through.
Maybe it's too late for some, I respect you, I send you my love, I hope you can find the right path no matter were it takes you, for the others, I pray for you, I am not religious bar spiritualism, but you are in my thoughts.
As a Parent, I am Sorry.
Mental health issues have been underlying through out my life, as a women, I never chose the sexual abuse, the emotional neglect, the physical violence, the hatred aimed at me from every angle, but it became normal, to me I knew no different. to me a life as a child was one of solitude and pain, one of a world were I was forced into one a child should never have witnessed. I swore I would never have children, claimed I would never bring them into this hell. yet it was all I knew, smiles and laughter didn't exist in my world, unless it was at another's suffering.
Yet when I was 17 and found myself pregnant, I simply could not destroy the life within me, and vowed to give him more then I ever could.
Forced adoption soon arose and the age of 4, after years of a life that was never simple or smooth, I thought my life was one to be alone with nothing worth while. a CTB attempt led to nothing but sleep for days, a further attempt left me in a police station before being let out.
Yet some how I found my feet, met my husband, found a life that I had been seeking, a life I had believed I was searching for, one I deserved. We went on to have children, 4 beautiful children, 4 individual personalities,stubborn, independent, loving, shy yet cocky.
I thought I had everything, I thought my past was behind me.
April 2nd this year, something within me snapped, I wanted it all to end, this life, this world, this existence. it was no longer relevant to me. Past hitting me, the mask I had been holding for the past 11 or so years slipped, suddenly it kept going, everything fell apart. It was only then serious mental health issues made themselves known to me,
No longer was I living the ideal life, No longer was I living in a world that was safe.
Reality kicked in. Fast forward to this day, my path is decided, the last few days finally confirming my thoughts, but those right now are irrelevant, I refuse to be selfish right now.
You can call me selfish for bringing life into this world that may not have wanted to be brought into it, but when I look into the eyes of my 6 yr old boy, I see someone who is loving everything around him, confident, cocky with a adult sense of humour.
I wonder does he ever wish he wasn't here, then I shake myself and think, how would he know at this young age of death, not existing, how would he even comprehend a world were he wasn't born, the answer is, he simply couldn't.
Yes I forced him into this world, I brought him into a world that I thought was safe and secure, I was naive, but I was content in a bubble that was soon to be burst. But in that bubble there was nothing to even hint at the hell about to fall upon me.
For those who suffer mental health issues and are aware from a young age, those who are able to make those choices of never bring a life into this world, those who are able to sit there and go, this is happening, I wish not to bring suffering to others, I respect you, I hope your path turns the way you wish no matter what it may be
For those that are older yet are in the eyes of some still their child. I apologise as a mother, as a parent, for the path that life has sent you on, I apologise for a life you wish you were not gifted, as it has caused you nothing but heartache, pain and hell.
As a mother, I apologise for the selfish act of giving life when it is not wanted.
As a women, I beg you to understand, we sometimes wish and pray the life we give will ensure one of a better future, we intend to change the path of our history in the hope of a better tomorrow,
As a human being, I apologise for the mistake we have made, a lesson learnt, a chain of events as the pain ripples down through.
Maybe it's too late for some, I respect you, I send you my love, I hope you can find the right path no matter were it takes you, for the others, I pray for you, I am not religious bar spiritualism, but you are in my thoughts.
As a Parent, I am Sorry.
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