deltaofvenus
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- May 2, 2020
- 45
I'm not even sure how to start this. I think I just need to put my truth out here, to confess what I can't confess to the people I know. Not looking for pity, just need to vent.
I've made efforts my entire life to get better. My suicidal thoughts started around 7 or 8 years old. I hated how backwards the world is. I'm an idealist at heart, and reality ripped that to shreds and left me with pessimism. I struggled with reality up until I was around 21 years old, that's when I had a breakthrough. I changed my perceptions and realized I didn't need anyone or anything. I was finally free, and it felt damn good. I learned to accept what I cannot change about myself, and move forward with no expectations from people or life. I was content knowing life would be shit, but I was strong and persevered.
At 23 years old, I started dating my now husband. I didn't know at the time that he was an emotional manipulator and abuser. We had been dating six months, when I suddenly got a migraine that did not go away. I had migraines since the age of 17, but they happened maybe once a month. This new migraine lasted for five months, with no relief. I woke up with the migraine, went to sleep with the migraine. I quit my job and moved in with him since I couldn't work. I started having other severe health issues. I was battling the beginning of severe endometriosis, that wouldn't be diagnosed until much later. During this time, he convinced me that I was abusive, so I started seeing therapists.
When I was 21 and turned my life around, I told myself that I would never be suicidal again. I had let go of all desires, all attachments. But there was one thing I didn't know I was attached to, and that was my health. I didn't expect to become so sick that I couldn't care for myself. And it turns out, my happiness was dependent on my health, on not needing anyone to survive.
Around the age of 28, my health became so severe that I was bed-ridden for the majority of two years. I knew life had played a cruel joke on me, by allowing me to experience freedom for such a short amount of time. This is also around the time that I realized my husband had been gaslighting me for years, fucking with my mind, and using me like a slave. I accepted my reality because he was able to provide me with incredible health insurance, at no extra cost to him. I had surgery for endometriosis and appendicitis. It's been almost two years since surgery, and my pain has improved drastically. But that wasn't the end of my health issues, each year I'm diagnosed with some new disease or disorder.
Something I've noticed about all the wise philosophers of the past- they provide great insight to people who have no disabilities. Freedom is possible if you can depend on no one. This distinction needs to be made. But I've never come across any great words of wisdom for those of us that are trapped in abusive situations because we literally depend on our abusers to keep us alive. If I were to leave, I'd be homeless. The right choice for me is to stay with my abuser because it is more comfortable than living on the streets. But, there's still the freedom to die. That can't be taken from me.
My time is coming soon, and I'm 100% okay with that. If anyone has read this far and would like to offer words of support, there is something in particular I am open to getting advice for. I have made my peace with this, but I am uncertain with what to do for my pets. I have two dogs and two cats, they have kept me alive all these years. They deserve the world, and I wasn't able to give it to them. The guilt rips me open and I can't tolerate it. I need to find homes for them, but I trust no one to treat them right. My oldest cat is 14 years old and I'm afraid that no one will want him because of his age. He needs a special family to belong to. And I can't leave until I feel confident that he will be taken care of. This is the single thing preventing me from suicide right now. Well, that and I have no method at the moment.
Thanks for hearing my truth. I wish peace for you all. <3
I've made efforts my entire life to get better. My suicidal thoughts started around 7 or 8 years old. I hated how backwards the world is. I'm an idealist at heart, and reality ripped that to shreds and left me with pessimism. I struggled with reality up until I was around 21 years old, that's when I had a breakthrough. I changed my perceptions and realized I didn't need anyone or anything. I was finally free, and it felt damn good. I learned to accept what I cannot change about myself, and move forward with no expectations from people or life. I was content knowing life would be shit, but I was strong and persevered.
At 23 years old, I started dating my now husband. I didn't know at the time that he was an emotional manipulator and abuser. We had been dating six months, when I suddenly got a migraine that did not go away. I had migraines since the age of 17, but they happened maybe once a month. This new migraine lasted for five months, with no relief. I woke up with the migraine, went to sleep with the migraine. I quit my job and moved in with him since I couldn't work. I started having other severe health issues. I was battling the beginning of severe endometriosis, that wouldn't be diagnosed until much later. During this time, he convinced me that I was abusive, so I started seeing therapists.
When I was 21 and turned my life around, I told myself that I would never be suicidal again. I had let go of all desires, all attachments. But there was one thing I didn't know I was attached to, and that was my health. I didn't expect to become so sick that I couldn't care for myself. And it turns out, my happiness was dependent on my health, on not needing anyone to survive.
Around the age of 28, my health became so severe that I was bed-ridden for the majority of two years. I knew life had played a cruel joke on me, by allowing me to experience freedom for such a short amount of time. This is also around the time that I realized my husband had been gaslighting me for years, fucking with my mind, and using me like a slave. I accepted my reality because he was able to provide me with incredible health insurance, at no extra cost to him. I had surgery for endometriosis and appendicitis. It's been almost two years since surgery, and my pain has improved drastically. But that wasn't the end of my health issues, each year I'm diagnosed with some new disease or disorder.
Something I've noticed about all the wise philosophers of the past- they provide great insight to people who have no disabilities. Freedom is possible if you can depend on no one. This distinction needs to be made. But I've never come across any great words of wisdom for those of us that are trapped in abusive situations because we literally depend on our abusers to keep us alive. If I were to leave, I'd be homeless. The right choice for me is to stay with my abuser because it is more comfortable than living on the streets. But, there's still the freedom to die. That can't be taken from me.
My time is coming soon, and I'm 100% okay with that. If anyone has read this far and would like to offer words of support, there is something in particular I am open to getting advice for. I have made my peace with this, but I am uncertain with what to do for my pets. I have two dogs and two cats, they have kept me alive all these years. They deserve the world, and I wasn't able to give it to them. The guilt rips me open and I can't tolerate it. I need to find homes for them, but I trust no one to treat them right. My oldest cat is 14 years old and I'm afraid that no one will want him because of his age. He needs a special family to belong to. And I can't leave until I feel confident that he will be taken care of. This is the single thing preventing me from suicide right now. Well, that and I have no method at the moment.
Thanks for hearing my truth. I wish peace for you all. <3