I don’t know where to begin.
I have up and downs and everyone around me thinks I’m self-consumed. Maybe I am to a point but I live in a constant hell within my mind. I have fought depression for somewhat close to twelve years.
So many nights I don’t sleep at all because my mind just refuses to give in and rest and then other days I never even make it out of the bed. I have been on seven different anti depressants in the last 4 years, none of which seem to cure me. The more meds that fail the more anger and less hope I have. So many people confuse depression with being suicidal, I’d rather say I feel like my heart is being ripped out piece by piece and sometimes (not all the time) I feel like ending my life.
I get sick and tired of being told I need “thicker skin” or that I “wear my heart on my sleeve”. I have no understanding or compassion for people that don’t consider how what they say may make the other person feel, or more so just flat out not care what they are doing to someone else. I have the sister in law from hell and she does everything within her power to destroy me.
So much in fact that she went out of her way to buy a house across the street from me and my husband knowing that we didn’t want them living so close. It’s been this way for close to four years, she has come over and started fights, even once banged on my front door for thirty minutes scaring my three year old to death and wouldn’t go away until I let her in. Well now she has had her first child, which I am thrilled about but When my daughter was born she was premature and spent a month in the nicu (neonative intensive care) my mother and father in law refused to hold her for the first two and a half months of her life, but with this baby (who is also in the nicu) haven’t missed a day yet.
I’m not so much jealous as I see now what is to come. Everything will be different and my almost six year old is not going to understand why grandma spends so much time with the new baby and has never spent that kind of time with her. I guess all these years I figured the reason they didn’t seem to want to be around us was because they were busy with their on lives, now I realize maybe they just don’t want us in their lives because they are certainly emptying schedules and pocket books on the new baby. What hurts most is I try so hard to be nice and do everything they ask of me, my mother in law is going to drive across town to baby-sit for a few hours each day because the parents work different shifts, I live across the street and I’m a stay at home mom with a child that just started school. It would have been so easy for me to walk across the street and watch her. Am I crazy to think that is huge sign saying we don’t want you around?
I mean I volunteered and have basically even begged to keep her so the know I want to and yet they would rather have their mother drive across town. That’s saying something. The thing is I love all of them so much and I feel like they all just died because I know that we as a family have just lost them in our lives. So I call and I’m nice and use words like sweetie and honey is there anything I can do but inside I’m dying and screaming because every time a turn around I’m being told off by my sister in law for God only knows what even to the point I have to not say anything at all many times when she is around for fear of what she might say.
I don’t want to live with this kind of fear; I don’t want to hurt anymore because I care too much. I want to be one of those people that truly believe “its as easy to get glad as it was to get mad” (my sister in laws way of life) I don’t want to care if I hurt someone or offend someone but as much as I want that, when It’s all said and done I am still I nice person and I can’t be mean. So what do I do, I stay at home and cry because they wont let me see my niece out of spite because she wasn’t aloud in the room before my emergency c-section due to high blood pressure and pre clampsia.
I almost died on the table with a blood pressure where both numbers were in the 20’s and she wants to hold it against me, because before hand they didn’t want to add to my stress and the doctors asked her to wait outside. I have a long painful road ahead of me and I don’t know if I will make it.
I just need someone to care.