They never laid a hand on me, but the damadge was done
Not sure where to begin.
Recently, like many other times in my life, I have cought myself and provented myself from doing stupid things. My mind currently is trapped in a downward spiral of depression. I seem to spend my days thinking of ways I can end a life time of suffering, something that had stopped of a maximum of 10 months. I can't even seem to sleep, and when I do even my dreams are plaged with these thoughts.
About a year ago I was hospitalized for about a week due to a suicide attempt, and that stay resulted in the diagnoses of sever depression due to tromatiztion, and of course they wanted to medicate me for it, which I know isn't the answer. As a resalt of the hospitaliazation, I was banned from seeing family (get into that in a bit), had to pick up and move and well try to start all over again. And it was going fine, I meen I was starting to put the past behind me and try my best to move forward, but now the same symptoms are showing up, and oddly enough I am fearful this time.
My memories are beginning to push their way forward again, and its overwelmbing.
The story behind all this now, sigh, things I have tried to forget for so long, but keep coming to the surfice.. gulp,
From as far back as I could remember, like age 4, I was molested by family members, yup more then one, more then two, three. I being the only girl and youngest of five originally, was taken advantage of by three of my older brothers. I can remember so vividly almost every time. I was molested and raped by them tell I was about 13 years old, when they finally moved away for school, that being the only reason it stopped.
A top of this major issue, My mother neglected me and abused me, and just tore me to peaces I'd say. Growing up for me.. was a nightmare. I've never know compation in life, never known honestly, loyalty, respect etc... the list continues. Adn as a result of my past (a lot worse then that brief paragraph states) I have grown up to be someone, thing, I hate.
I am tarafied of suciaty, I hate dealing with people period unless I control the situation. I can't physically or mentaly handle living, handle situation, handle anything. When I was 18 I went to college, and started treatment for my horrable past, but upon the death of my father, I was forced to return home, to live with my mother, and brothers again. They never laid a hand on me, but the damadge was already done you know. Being near them brought memories I had suppressed for so long back. Causeing a very very very bad spell of depression, I literally slept/layed in bed for 3 months, then on the first day of the forth I atempted to kill myself. A way to end the pain and suffering, a way to make it all go away with out hurting anyone else, cause its evedent that I was meant to suffer.
And that's when I was hospitalized.
And now... its happening again, I am getting more and more depressed as the days go one, my sleeping is getting messed up, I hardly eat, can't stand to be in public, have no enjoyment in anything, and I can't stop thinking of how death can bring releif.. I won't do anything don't get me wrong.. I don't want to deal with the conciquences if it doesn't work again...
But I need help... but don't know how to get it when I can't talk, I can't deal with a situation one on one with someone I don't know to spill my guts when they really don't know what its like, they don't know how it feels, it just a job to them.. sigh...
So messed up...
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