There are some people here who know my circumstances, and there are some who don't. I have some new friends since I've talked about this, but I had a conversation last night that made me think that I should re-visit this..a little bit of my history. I want to tell you, if I can do this, you can too. There's no reason not to...but I have to warn you, it may be triggering.
I've been through a lot in my life. I've had a lot of bad things happen to me. I'll tell you some things so you can understand. My parents were separated when I was about 1, divorced when I was 3. When I was 4, my mom had a child with another man. When I was 5, my dad had a child with another woman. When I was 8, my mom had another baby with yet another man (she is still with him). Anyway, that's my family tree. I lived with my dad most of my life. After 9th grade, I went to live with my mother. No one warned me how she really was.
She's crazy. All the drugs and drinking have created brain damage, and she is nuts. She's cruel and violent. She only attacked me once, and I fought back so she never tried it again. I never slept at home. I was terrified that she was going to kill me in my sleep. I was always prepared to jump out of bed and run...especially after the first time I saw her go after my step dad with a knife. I lived with this for three years. Senior year she kicked me out of the house a couple of times, and I moved from one friend's house to another, back home...I ended up moving 6 times. I practically lived out of my car.
Well, living with my dad wasn't so great either..at first. He did drugs and drank too, with his girlfriend of the time. While they had their parties in the living room, one of their friends would creep into my room and molest me. I don't know how long it went on. I don't remember exactly how old I was. I think I was about 5, maybe 6. My dad cleaned up when I was 10, and it's at that point I can remember more about my life. I had two childlike years I remember at 10 and 11. After that, things got hard again. I started having suicidal thoughts, I wanted to die. I never knew why, because I didn't start remembering the molestation until I was a senior in high school.
Senior year was really messed up. There was everything I was going through with my mother, and on top of it I started remembering all of these disturbing things. After I graduated, I went back to living with my dad and I got a job. I had a full time job for the next 8 years. But, for much of it, I was like a zombie. I was just doing things without emotion. Everything had been way too much, and my mind retreated into itself. I pretty much felt nothing, and I barely remember anything about those 4 or 5 years. It was like a black hole I was living in, the energy and life was sucked out of me. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad either. It was like I was nothing. I started cutting. I felt like, I needed to feel SOMETHING. Just, anything. Even if it was just physical, I needed to feel something resembling human, so I hurt myself to make life seem real. And it was bliss for me. It was everything. I would cut 30 or more slashes at once, and I was doing it every few days. It didn't really hurt as I was doing it, but it would sting the next day in the shower, and it felt glorious to me. I loved the way my jeans rubbed on the cuts and made them hurt. It was the one thing I had...to feel.
I was also drinking a lot, and doing foolish things and making stupid decisions. I got drunk because it made me happy. Most of the time. There have been plenty of bad experiences, most of them on tequila. There was one time I wanted to kill myself and I was at my aunt's house. I went into her kitchen and took a knife and tried cutting my wrists up and down. Luckily, it wasn't a good knife and didn't do anything but make some scratches.
I started getting better when I read about Wicca and Paganism. It felt so peaceful, reading about the serenity of the relationship between the earth and the moon and nature. But, it was just a start. It's been a very long, hard road, getting better from my past. Every day, I feel like I get stronger. Sometimes, I honestly don't know how I did it, because I was so incredibly damaged for so long. I was in a truly horrible place in my mind. I always felt like there is no hope for me, that I would never be better and that I would never be with anyone.
I truly believe in the power of the mind. If you believe those things, they will be true. If you make a decision to change your mind, to be in a better place, it will happen. The process is a long one, but it's so worth it. If you're in a bad place, you can do it. Just tell yourself, I'm not going to let this be me anymore. Take small steps every day and change the way you think. It's hard, I know it is. But I am so much happier knowing that my mind is stronger, and nothing can stop me. From now on, whatever hardships come my way, I know I'll be able to handle it. Not only with difficult situations, but with everything. I can stand my ground, whereas before I would crumble.
It's more than worth it to free your mind from your demons, and you can do it. The human mind is so incredibly powerful, and once a decision is made, you can do anything. Just let yourself become who you truly want to be. Don't ever let anyone or anything hold you down..most importantly, don't let yourself do it.