brilliance4me
Shiny_Rock
- Joined
- Jul 19, 2009
- Messages
- 134
I am posting this because you ladies are so much more the diamond connoisseurs!
You deal with life and living. You have trials and tribulations. You are supportive to one another during times of jubilee and triumph and sickness and sadness.
I don''t usually express myself. I don''t know why I have the sudden urge to share. I just do.
My story begins at the age of nine. While I was holding my mothers hand walking to the grocery store...she caught a stray bullet in the temple of her head and blood ran through her nose like a running faucet. This picture is drilled in my head like it was just yesterday. It will never go away. She died instantly.
At eleven my dad remarried and said to me ''This is your NEW mother''. My mother''s name could not be uttered, spoken of, or mentioned. It was like she never existed in his house.
At sixteen i had enough of the emotional and physical abuse my father and stepmother dished out. I moved in with my grandmother.
At eighteen my father died of skin cancer.
I have a younger brother and sister. Just 1 month ago my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. She is 32. I dont know what stage she is at because she is still having different test run to figure this out.
I am married to a wonderful, loving, unselfish husband of 18years and have a wonderful, bright, loving son.
So why do I struggle everyday, I mean stuggle to keep my head up? Why do I feel I have had enough of life and living? Why do i feel like the pain is just to unbearable? Why do I feel TIRED of being the STRONG one as my family puts it.
I have been diagnosed with ''post traumatic stress syndrome''. So what. So now I should be ok because Im diagnosed?
I am thirty-six. I want my mother. I want a relationship with her. I don''t have anyone to norture me, give me support, give me advise. I don''t have a mothers love and don''t know how it would feel.
Why does this bother me so much. Some days are better than others.
This is my story. I think I have to handle my Depression with anti-depressants. Somedays are better than others.
You deal with life and living. You have trials and tribulations. You are supportive to one another during times of jubilee and triumph and sickness and sadness.
I don''t usually express myself. I don''t know why I have the sudden urge to share. I just do.
My story begins at the age of nine. While I was holding my mothers hand walking to the grocery store...she caught a stray bullet in the temple of her head and blood ran through her nose like a running faucet. This picture is drilled in my head like it was just yesterday. It will never go away. She died instantly.
At eleven my dad remarried and said to me ''This is your NEW mother''. My mother''s name could not be uttered, spoken of, or mentioned. It was like she never existed in his house.
At sixteen i had enough of the emotional and physical abuse my father and stepmother dished out. I moved in with my grandmother.
At eighteen my father died of skin cancer.
I have a younger brother and sister. Just 1 month ago my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. She is 32. I dont know what stage she is at because she is still having different test run to figure this out.
I am married to a wonderful, loving, unselfish husband of 18years and have a wonderful, bright, loving son.
So why do I struggle everyday, I mean stuggle to keep my head up? Why do I feel I have had enough of life and living? Why do i feel like the pain is just to unbearable? Why do I feel TIRED of being the STRONG one as my family puts it.
I have been diagnosed with ''post traumatic stress syndrome''. So what. So now I should be ok because Im diagnosed?
I am thirty-six. I want my mother. I want a relationship with her. I don''t have anyone to norture me, give me support, give me advise. I don''t have a mothers love and don''t know how it would feel.
Why does this bother me so much. Some days are better than others.
This is my story. I think I have to handle my Depression with anti-depressants. Somedays are better than others.