
flightlessbutterfly
Mindless Wanderer
- Jun 25, 2023
- 59
My mother has a drinking problem.
Everytime she drinks, she gets into this.. State where I have no idea if she's being genuine about all the hurtful shit she says to my brother and I. She says that I've never attempted to ctb, so I am just fine. That I should stop being so selfish, and that I'd never get anywhere without them. It's shit like this that sends me spiralling back into the mindset I had when shit like this first started happening.
Sometimes it's hard, because I keep telling myself that my parents were decent parents, that they never truly hurt me or my brother.
Then shit like this forces me to harshly reality check myself.
Then, I just, stop. And the spiralling comes back, I wonder whether or not I'm being dramatic, that I shouldn't complain, I start doubting all of my newfound confidence, passion, and determination to be better, to enjoy spending time with my friends. Every time I take a step out into recovery, I get shoved back in.
In a way, this little situation makes me doubt that I deserve to be happy. Because I've never really struggled, my desire to die is passive. I've come close to harming myself from multiple occasions, but every time I've forced myself away from that edge. But even then, I've never done it.
So, yeah. Right now, I don't think I deserve to be happy and safe.
Everytime she drinks, she gets into this.. State where I have no idea if she's being genuine about all the hurtful shit she says to my brother and I. She says that I've never attempted to ctb, so I am just fine. That I should stop being so selfish, and that I'd never get anywhere without them. It's shit like this that sends me spiralling back into the mindset I had when shit like this first started happening.
Sometimes it's hard, because I keep telling myself that my parents were decent parents, that they never truly hurt me or my brother.
Then shit like this forces me to harshly reality check myself.
Then, I just, stop. And the spiralling comes back, I wonder whether or not I'm being dramatic, that I shouldn't complain, I start doubting all of my newfound confidence, passion, and determination to be better, to enjoy spending time with my friends. Every time I take a step out into recovery, I get shoved back in.
In a way, this little situation makes me doubt that I deserve to be happy. Because I've never really struggled, my desire to die is passive. I've come close to harming myself from multiple occasions, but every time I've forced myself away from that edge. But even then, I've never done it.
So, yeah. Right now, I don't think I deserve to be happy and safe.