Rough couple of weeks

Hi guys,

The last couple of weeks have been alittle rough. My anxiety medication isn’t working as much as it was. So I’m incredibly anxious. I feel my anxiety in my gut mostly. I also become shaky, and my body temperature is up and down. The last two times I have experienced these symptoms on a more severe level, I tried to 5,4,3,2,1 coping technique. Which is where I find 5 things that I can see, 4 things I can touch, 3 things I can hear, 2 things I can smell, and 1 thing I can taste. It’s to also help me stay in the present, instead of going through all of the “what if’s” of situations that have already happened.

Like recently, I had an incident where in the span of 10 minutes, I was almost hit by two cars. The first time, someone was turning while I was walking across the street. But they were going slow enough to stop before they hit me. But none the less, he was driving directly at me. So the second incident, the light had just changed, so the walk signal had just came on. Because of that last incident, and my already present anxiety, I paused to make sure that all the cars that had to come to a stop, were actually going to stop. I then notice a car not slowing down. He went right through the red light, almost hitting a pizza delivery car and all the way through the intersection before I even saw brake lights. If I hadn’t paused to check to see if people were stopping, he would have hit me and would have killed me.

As I was walking away, I broke down. I was terrified and just wanted to get home. And then my brain doing its lovely job, started replaying the second incident saying ” what if you hadn’t paused?” And with that playing in my head, I cried and walked home as fast as I could.

You see, one thing I wish ( oh so desperately wished) is to not have to go through the “what if’s”. The what if’s scare me probably the most. And I’ve seen and heard a lot of “almost” accidents or just bad things happening that I know what could happen. Even though this thought process isn’t super helpful at this point, it does allow me to see the other side of things.

There was also about a week where I felt entirely gloomy and just dull. And anxious.

I can’t keep an interest or a hobby around very long because I lose interest. Stuff just gets constantly boring. And then I try to get myself up and busy but I’m always coming back to lack of interest.

I’ve been worrying about my food intake for about a year and a half now. I’m sure I’m lacking a certain nutrient at this point. Every time I stand up I get dizzy, light headed, and my vision goes blurry for up to 2 mins. My fingernails are pretty brittle at this point. I’m totally aware of what’s going on. But I’m going to be making a doctors appt to get some help. Because I can only do so much.

I had a chance for a volunteering position, but I had to decline. I just can’t deal with all of the new stuff that will come with volunteering, with all of my mental symptoms going on. They are the worst they have ever been. I still push through my everyday life, but sometimes it all becomes too much and all I want to do is sleep for a while.

Well, there’s an interesting post for y’all.

Share your experiences with anxiety or any mental disorder for that matter. I think we all suffer too much in silence.


Am I good enough?

The answer should always be yes!

However, some parents don’t foster that in their children. Mine included. Both of my parents had entirely different pictures of who they wanted me to be. Neither of which I am.

They never accepted me for who I actually am. To the point, that I’m not even sure who “I” am. That’s why my sense of identity is so unbalanced. How can I be okay with who I am if my own parents aren’t okay with you I am? How can I be acceptable to myself if I was never acceptable to my parents.

I think my mom has always assumed that I’m going to be just like her. Work my ass into the ground, divorced with two children, single parent, no true happiness.

I think my dad always assumed that he would finally have someone to take care of him.

I can’t and won’t be what my parents expected me to be. Because I am me. I’m not sure who that is yet, but I know that I am a individual with my own thoughts,feelings,values, and beliefs.

I am good enough for me. Whatever that standard may be, I am good enough.

Update/Life Story :)

Hi everyone, I hope everyone’s week went well.

My week didn’t start off great. I had a relationship ending (little did I know) fight with my mom. Essentially over my (she thought) lack of empathy towards a victim in the news. I was playing devils advocate and empathizing with a victim of police brutality. I at the time didn’t show empathy towards the deceased mainly because I was only talking about the victim of the police brutality. I tried to explain my point and she got mad. And pretty much left the conversation there. But she legitimately got mad at me. And she acted like I personally attacked her. Like I sat there and said how much of a piece of crap she is. I was trying to understand her point of view, and she got defensive and that’s when she always shuts down. 

I finally got the guts to tell my mom how I have been truly feeling as if lately. You see, my mom is one of the most critical people I have ever met. Relevant and irrelevant things she’ll be critical about. Almost like she was looking for an argument in every conversation. She is so critical that I only knew how to be critical on myself. So I wrote this long note, telling her everything. From how I was truly not doing this to be malicious but up until this point I hadn’t been totally upfront with my feelings to how I feel I can’t tell her how I truly feel because she’s told me frequently how she feels about mental health. And as soon as she read it, she went on the defensive. She took bits of pieces of what I had said and criticized it. She never once owned up to the mistakes she made. I even went as far as to tell her that I was struggling so hard. But she just shut down and started to defend and insult me. 

My parents divorced when I was 4, and from there my mom practically raised me and my brother by herself. I raise my hat to that because I know from experience what a single mother has to go through. Especially with an ex spouse who wouldn’t put the effort in for his kids. I was recently told by my mom that as a young child, I would frequently help around the house. But my brother wouldn’t. Which means I constantly picked up after him because he wasn’t going to do it. I realize now that of course he isn’t going to do it, he has his sister doing it all and his mom encouraging his sister to continue that behaviour. She enabled him at a very young age. And we all wonder why he is they way he is now. I was their “example” child. I was constantly put in situations where I would excel just to have the reasoning behind it, thrown in my brothers face. In ways I way extremely bad for my brother, because I was the favourite child. I was the one that my dad went to first when he came home. I got all of the attention. I’m not bragging, trust me. Nobody wants that much attention. But my dad was in and out, here and there throughout my childhood. He frequently didn’t show up for his scheduled weekends. But when he did show up, he would take his children to unfit peoples houses, and we played amongst cockroaches and pee stains on the floor. Or in the early years my dad would drop us off at his psychotic moms house. He was always the part time “fun” parent. If we were staying at his house for the weekend, we always got junk food and stayed up super late. My mom had the unfortunate part of parenting the other like 28 days of the month. 

 I lived with her up until I was probably 13 and then I lived with my dad. My dad was a pretty hands off parent. He was more of a friend than a parent. But he failed me because he couldn’t/wouldn’t put the effort in that it takes to raise a child let alone a teenager. He worked as a cab driver, so he worked long and late hours. Which let the teenage me have a lot more freedom than I should have. If I would have stayed with my mom, my teenage years wouldn’t have been so filled with freedom. But my mom couldn’t handle me anymore and let me move in with my dad. Who by the way made it seem like it was going to be the greatest thing since slice cheese to live with him. But little did I know that the freedom I received as a teenager was in exchange for a “housewife” role at home. I ended up becoming the person taking care of the house. Even though my dad was bringing home most of the money and was the adult, I was taking care of the house. I made sure the house was clean, dinner was cooked, the works. Some of that time my brother spent living with us, and like in childhood, my father didn’t parent my brother and I was made to clean up after him too because he wouldn’t do it and my dad would get mad because it wasn’t done. But he’d get mad at me because I was there. It took a long and difficult time but I finally managed to acknowledge the codependent relationship my father and I had, and that’s when I moved out on my own. That was the second time I made a decision for myself ( the first being going to college). And wow the freedom I experienced living on my own. 

My mom takes no responsibility for how I turned out. Even though she raised me pretty much single handedly for 12 years she blames either me or my dad. All of the negative things are because of me or my dad. She takes no responsibility for how I turned out. And for years I’ve heard the bullshit and anger that they have for each other because they never let me forget just how much they hated the other parent. My dad always telling me my mom is brainwashing me, my mom telling me my dad is going to turn me into a good for nothing person. One of the last things my mom said to me was I was definitely my fathers daughter. Which I know means “ you are just as useless as your father”

I also have realized that even now as a 25 year old woman, my parents do not and have not supported my mental health. Neither me or my brother has had our mental health taken care of. My mom thinks you should be able to just get over it, and you should just be stronger than said issue. My dad, on the other hand deflects, and turns everything serious into a joke. My brother will take your biggest weakness and shove it in your face while you are down. And these are the reasons why they are blocked on my facebook.

The mom issues happened at the beginning of the week, but the other two happened last year. These people just randomly explode at me, and get super personal for no reason. And all three of those people will use your biggest weakness against when you are at your weakest. 

My mom and I came to an agreement a few months ago about me and my family “buying” her house in five years. It was an amazing offer and just so incredible.  But during this fight, she took the offer back, and told me she was going to sell the house and give $5000 to my brother because that’s how much she’s spent on me this past year. Now, most of that $5000 she spent on me and my little family was in the form of gifts and offers. Don’t get me wrong, I always appreciated the gestures and always made sure to tell my mom how grateful I was for her and my grandma and the help. But if I ever asked to borrow money, I always paid it back ( even though paying it back I was caught in the same loop of borrowing $20 and paying it back just to borrow it again). She was basically helping us get through each month. But I tried my best to think of her feelings when I did or said anything to her. She did do a lot for me and that I will be forever grateful for. But as it looks to me, these nice offerings came with a price. They weren’t just gifts because she want to see her daughter joyful, they were made just to be thrown back at me later on. So she could have something over me. Something to use against me when I didn’t agree with her on an issue.

There are a lot of problems in my family. Most of them are unhealthy mentally. Amongst them I’m sure there is a whole bowl of undiagnosed mental disorders that none of them will even acknowledge let alone get help with. And amongst all of that, my mom is incredibly two faced. She will talk the biggest and worst shit about you,she’ll say stuff like “I don’t want anything to do with so and so” but will act like two old friends catching up with that same person. She puts so much of her energy in hating other people but then allows these people to walk all over her. Like what’s the point? Either let it all go, or deal with these people you are having issues with. 

I know now that even though you are blood related, that doesn’t change the fact that if someone doesn’t want to be in your life, they won’t be. They will make that choice for you. Whether it be blocking you on Facebook or leaving a thousand messages. My mom blocked me on Facebook. That was her decision and that made the choice for me. She made the choice to block her daughter all over a matter of different opinions. And that’s fine. She made the choice not to be involved in her daughters life. I will never be able to live up to the high expectation she has for me. And you know what? That’s fine too, because the only expectation I need to live up to is my own. The only person who should be as critical as she was to me is me. And even I shouldn’t be that critical.

I have learned a lot over the last few years. A lot about me, my family, why things are the way that they are etc. I’ve realized that my family issues are a lot more deeper. I realized that my mom is just as broken as my dad. I realized that I can’t trust many people in my family. 

I’ve also realized that I’m a much stronger person and I can handle all of the toxic people that come and go in my life. I can run into all of these problems and problem people and come out the other side bigger and better. Stronger and healthier. 

Because you see my mental health is my #1 priority. And since my parents never thought to consider my mental health, I will do whatever it takes, to see that my mental health is taken care of properly. I have to learn how to pay attention to those thoughts and feelings, the ones that my mom thinks I should be able to just get over. I have to teach myself how to truly love myself, how to truly listen to my heart and my brain. I’m getting to see the things I never got to see, a happy family, loving parents, co parenting. And I’m glad to say that my house is a mental health supportive household.
So tell me, do you have toxic family members you’ve had to say goodbye to? Come on, let’s start talking about these things.


Today marks the 10th day I’ve jogged in a row. 

Everyday I’m feeling better about myself. Everyday I’m experiencing new positive feelings in regards to my whole “self”. 

I’ve never in my life, liked my body. I’ve always had issues with how I saw myself. I could never understand what people were seeing when they called me beautiful. I have a father who would repeatedly when I was a teenager tell me about how these woman we see on the street are “beautiful” with their big boobs and long hair. I noticed pretty early on, that these women ( of all ages) were all slim or just overall tiny people. I spent a lot of my teenage years comparing myself to these women, and feeling really crappy about myself.

Never once did he pick out an average or overweight person and fawn over them. I was already having self esteem issues, so hearing that day in and day out was hard. I didn’t know it back then, but I certainly understand it now. 

But for once in my life, I actually smile when I look in the mirror, my negative self talk has turned into empowering positive self talk. I actually enjoy looking at myself in the mirror after many years of shying away from it.

I’m so happy and proud of myself for overcoming these problems, to finally see that beautiful woman that people have told me existed but I couldn’t see her.


Sometimes I feel like a failure.

Most times I feel like I’m a failure as a mom, so much so that I wonder sometimes why she even smiles and likes me because I don’t see myself as a good mom.

Sometimes I feel like a failure as a wife. Sometimes there just isn’t any winning. 

I just feel like I fail in every aspect of my life, and sometimes it all is just too much.

My thoughts

For years, I have had people in my life who either made fun of my problems, joked about them, minimized them, showed no effort to lend a helping hand, called them “ridiculous”, or blame them on my pms, or was told I was being brainwashed.

It’s really no wonder why I have issues expressing and even believing my own feelings.

After all of these years, and after all of the people who couldn’t get passed their own feelings to see mine, I’ve been managing on my own.

Sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes, I struggle so bad internally that I’m exhausted at the end of the day. Because sometimes there are issues that you can only share with a select few, but even then. Sometimes I regret saying anything at all. Sometimes it’s easier for me to pretend that I’m fine. 

Whatever you are feeling….

Whatever you are feeling know it’s okay to feel that way.

No matter what people say, your feelings are your own. Nobody can feel them quite like you do.

Sometimes people don’t understand these feelings. But, what matters is that we understand these feelings and learn how to deal with them.