I know a lot of my anger comes from the death of my dad when I was five and the youngest of seven kids. My mom was way overwhelmed and unable to deal and I suspect I kind of got lost in the struggle being abandoned by my father, my mother and my siblings for all practical purposes. The rule of my household enforced by the siblings was do not upset mother. We don't care what you do (we don't care about you) just don't upset mother.
Even now... I am conditioned to not upset mother and I live 600 miles away from her. When I was hospitalized in February with depression and anxiety. I was afraid to call her, afraid to upset her. Even now my mom and sibling do not know my BPD status. They know I am being treated for depression and their attitude is that I need to snap out of because mother is worrying about me. We just had a week long family reunion in FL last month. I was by far the stablest one there and was a target of jokes because of my regimented early morning walks, mid morning yoga, afternoon naps and in bed by 10 completely sober. I heard from most them at some point that I just need to be that strong will obnoxious little sister that they love. (apparently they don't love me when I am sober?)
The inner child in me that is five desperately wants to be taken care of... but I have had to take care of myself most of my life and in my two previous marriages when I thought I would be taken care of by these much older men I was simply used, abused, and past around. Lesson 1 and 2... dont marry daddy figures.
Now I am in a marriage that up until this severe bout of depression,we were partners. Even in business. I let my depression and anxiety go too far before asking for help and hid how badly I was struggling to hold up my side of the business. I completely broke his trust where finances are concerned. And I broke his trust in my ability to take care of myself by becoming suicidal and needing hospitalization. How do you balance wanting the independence to make your own choices against disappointing those that are important to you. My husband just worries about me. My therapist is a 30 minute drive on the interstate and I know my H worries about it each week. The mountain bike trail I like is 45 minutes away and rather remote... so he worries. How do I balance my need for freedom and doing the things that allow me to feel good about myself and his worry and concern for me. If I am home he does not worry. But if I am home I quickly fall into that black hole of depression. What he needs and what I need are opposing.
I want to make my own choices... but I am afraid I will disappoint him. I want to pick the foyer colors and just start painting... but what if they are wrong and don't work together the way I think they will.
What if I go mountain biking and break my leg and get stranded on the trail (weak cell signals out there). What if... What if... What if... If the decisions are made by someone else... then nothing is my fault. But then whose life am I living?
I use to have a screen name... Warrior or child.... it has never been more true than it is now... perhaps I should use that as my screen name here.
Damn... once again too long... You should see how quickly I fill a journal.
