DepressedDoll
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- Posted: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 13:51:02 +0000
I'm... really sorry. This subforum seems really intimidating to me and I... I'm really shy about posting and venting about personal things because I know I can be a bother so please forgive me. I'm really emotionally fragile so please be gentle with me... I understand there will be that one person who will criticize me harshly but I deserve it. I'm a horrible person.
I'm 20 years old, female, a college student. I...
I'm sorry, this will be long so please bear with me. I'm just using this as a place to vent and see if I am the one at fault or if like my boyfriend says, my mother is a narcissist and she is the source of our dysfunctional family. Uh... this is so awkward. I'm so sorry. I'll try to be as coherent and well-versed in this as much as I can. I'm sorry if I sound really weird/incoherent at times, I'm not thinking straight and I've been trapped in this room for over three days.
In essence: I'm a caged bird. I feel like I am a failure and that I deserve to disappear and kill myself for ruining this family. I only hurt people and I have ruined so many relationships and friendships in my life. However, my boyfriend pleads of me to post what I told him and to get more opinions from people ( anonymously) who will give me a reality check.
Basically, I'm an accident. My parents didn't expect a baby at the stage of their lives. They already nurtured over three children. At the time where my mother was pregnant with me, my sister was around 16 or 17 at the time. ( She is now 35 ) I come from a Latino family household with a nuclear family style where my Father is the breadwinner while my Mother is the housewife taking care of the family. I feel horrible because being born, my parents showered me with love and affection and they spoiled me rotten. As a result my older sister was jealous by that and now to this day she still resents me. My older sister is the golden child while I am the scapegoat.
As a child I was pampered excessively, they always got me what I wanted and... my childhood was a...confusing one? I had an extremely good bond with my father. We bonded on an emotional level and it gives me fond memories. My mother, however...
She neglected me often. She...treated me right though? She cooked for me, she cleaned my clothes, she became a housewife after I was born. She made sure I was prim and clean and proper. In return, she expected me to be a good daughter to her and to be her...as my boyfriend says, a doll. Now during the stages of adolescence and growing up, my mother and I have the nastiest relationship ever. During my stages of puberty, not once she did guide me or support me. My depression began to develop at the age of 11 and at 12 I cut myself as a desperate cry for help to my mother. Instead, she did not try to support me emotionally not once. Throughout my life she verbally abused me, destroyed my body image, destroyed my self-esteem, and I'm an emotional mess and my depression is getting worse the more I am growing up.
I am 20. I am a young adult. I should be responsible, mature, confident, mentally strong but...
I feel like I am inwardly the same socially awkward depressed 14 year old that is listening and catering to my mothers needs and wants.
My mother was born in 1947. She is... 68 ( 69? ) years now. She is going to be elderly and I feel this immense pang of guilt in my heart. I feel like I am a horrible daughter because I couldn't be the ideal daughter for her and I can't be able to take care of her. No matter how much I try to love her, she just criticizes and pushes me away. Whenever I tried to show her any accomplishments she just criticizes on the small details and makes me feel horrible and unloved again. I feel horrible because my depression/ anxiety makes it really hard and tiring to please her. I feel so powerless. My mother yells and screams at me for not helping her around the house but truth be told at times her personality gets so scary I feel intimidated and scared to be around her. Her words hurt me so much!
When she screams she calls me ugly, failure, fat, stupid. She repeatedly calls me these insults since I was five years old and they are imprinted as the negative voices in my head. I believe I am ugly, fat, and stupid. My mother, the person who I love the most, the person who I respect the most, knows me best. So I believe it. I believe these voices.
What makes it worse is that I can see how much my mother strains my father. I was in denial but now I can see that my father is staying with my mother out of obligation and that the love they once shared is long gone. My father is a busy working man and when he comes home he just watches TV and goes to sleep, then go to work and rinse repeat. I feel horrible that my father is going through this and I feel powerless. My mother is controlling out household and I feel horrible for my father.
My mother was controlling and still is controlling. When I was young, she drove me to school and back. She controlled every aspect of my life. Controls what I eat. How I dress. How I look. What type of friends I make. How to act.
I was never allowed to get out of the house by myself. At 20, I STILL don't have the freedom to go out of the house. That's right, it's easy to say " lol get a job and move out", but for a pessimistic mentally unstable girl who desperately tried to look for a job for 6 months and has no connections to stay at someones house and is extremely scared to leave the house I don't think that's possible. Employers notice I am depressed and unstable in interviews and my social anxiety makes them know instantly I wouldn't be a good canditate. The cycle repeats again and again- I'll never have my freedom and my mother wants it that way. She doesn't want me to leave the house. Ever.
One last thing? I'm in a secret relationship and my mother recently discovered about it and she is trying her best to break us apart.
My boyfriend and I met two years ago. My mother met him, but she didn't approve of him because he is poor and Salvadoran. She said all Salvadoran men are cheating scum ( based on her experience of her first husband having mistresses behind her back ). She says that my boyfriend will leave me penniless and hungry and that he will cheat behind my back how her first husband did. With time, my mother threatened to kick me out of the house ( when I was still 17 ) if I didn't break up with my boyfriend. I was forced to break up with my boyfriend. I just...disappeared on him. No reason why. No explanation. And I can't ever forgive myself for it. But I managed to get in contact with him again and we compromised that we will have a secret relationship because my parents will never approve of our relationship.
My boyfriend is the only emotional support I have. And my mother is trying to sabotage it.
Recently she found a photoshoot strip ( Those stupid Japanese ones ) of my boyfriend and I. She threw it on the table and slapped me across the face. She told me that he is a hideous monster and she told me so many hurtful things about him and that she is ashamed of me of how stupid I am. I just... I'm in tears right now. I don't know what to do. My mother right now is not letting me go out whatsoever and I've been alone in this room for over 4 days now. If I get out of the house, my mother will cry crocodile tears to my father and my father will physically assault me under the order of my mother. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do.
I feel this is all of my fault. For being a failure. For failing college because of my depression/anxiety and letting my future slip away. For being a social outcast. For not being happy. For not being the perfect daughter. For being in a secret relationship with a poor man but with a heart to take care of my broken self. For posting in this forum and actually expressing how I really feel. I'm a spoiled rotten brat and I deserve this pain.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for being such a horrible daughter. I love you so much mom but I don't even know if you love me. I'm so confused mom, I'm so confused.
I love you mother... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for being so weak. I don't want to live anymore.
The only thing that is stopping me from killing myself is my boyfriend.
I'm 20 years old, female, a college student. I...
I'm sorry, this will be long so please bear with me. I'm just using this as a place to vent and see if I am the one at fault or if like my boyfriend says, my mother is a narcissist and she is the source of our dysfunctional family. Uh... this is so awkward. I'm so sorry. I'll try to be as coherent and well-versed in this as much as I can. I'm sorry if I sound really weird/incoherent at times, I'm not thinking straight and I've been trapped in this room for over three days.
In essence: I'm a caged bird. I feel like I am a failure and that I deserve to disappear and kill myself for ruining this family. I only hurt people and I have ruined so many relationships and friendships in my life. However, my boyfriend pleads of me to post what I told him and to get more opinions from people ( anonymously) who will give me a reality check.
Basically, I'm an accident. My parents didn't expect a baby at the stage of their lives. They already nurtured over three children. At the time where my mother was pregnant with me, my sister was around 16 or 17 at the time. ( She is now 35 ) I come from a Latino family household with a nuclear family style where my Father is the breadwinner while my Mother is the housewife taking care of the family. I feel horrible because being born, my parents showered me with love and affection and they spoiled me rotten. As a result my older sister was jealous by that and now to this day she still resents me. My older sister is the golden child while I am the scapegoat.
As a child I was pampered excessively, they always got me what I wanted and... my childhood was a...confusing one? I had an extremely good bond with my father. We bonded on an emotional level and it gives me fond memories. My mother, however...
She neglected me often. She...treated me right though? She cooked for me, she cleaned my clothes, she became a housewife after I was born. She made sure I was prim and clean and proper. In return, she expected me to be a good daughter to her and to be her...as my boyfriend says, a doll. Now during the stages of adolescence and growing up, my mother and I have the nastiest relationship ever. During my stages of puberty, not once she did guide me or support me. My depression began to develop at the age of 11 and at 12 I cut myself as a desperate cry for help to my mother. Instead, she did not try to support me emotionally not once. Throughout my life she verbally abused me, destroyed my body image, destroyed my self-esteem, and I'm an emotional mess and my depression is getting worse the more I am growing up.
I am 20. I am a young adult. I should be responsible, mature, confident, mentally strong but...
I feel like I am inwardly the same socially awkward depressed 14 year old that is listening and catering to my mothers needs and wants.
My mother was born in 1947. She is... 68 ( 69? ) years now. She is going to be elderly and I feel this immense pang of guilt in my heart. I feel like I am a horrible daughter because I couldn't be the ideal daughter for her and I can't be able to take care of her. No matter how much I try to love her, she just criticizes and pushes me away. Whenever I tried to show her any accomplishments she just criticizes on the small details and makes me feel horrible and unloved again. I feel horrible because my depression/ anxiety makes it really hard and tiring to please her. I feel so powerless. My mother yells and screams at me for not helping her around the house but truth be told at times her personality gets so scary I feel intimidated and scared to be around her. Her words hurt me so much!
When she screams she calls me ugly, failure, fat, stupid. She repeatedly calls me these insults since I was five years old and they are imprinted as the negative voices in my head. I believe I am ugly, fat, and stupid. My mother, the person who I love the most, the person who I respect the most, knows me best. So I believe it. I believe these voices.
What makes it worse is that I can see how much my mother strains my father. I was in denial but now I can see that my father is staying with my mother out of obligation and that the love they once shared is long gone. My father is a busy working man and when he comes home he just watches TV and goes to sleep, then go to work and rinse repeat. I feel horrible that my father is going through this and I feel powerless. My mother is controlling out household and I feel horrible for my father.
My mother was controlling and still is controlling. When I was young, she drove me to school and back. She controlled every aspect of my life. Controls what I eat. How I dress. How I look. What type of friends I make. How to act.
I was never allowed to get out of the house by myself. At 20, I STILL don't have the freedom to go out of the house. That's right, it's easy to say " lol get a job and move out", but for a pessimistic mentally unstable girl who desperately tried to look for a job for 6 months and has no connections to stay at someones house and is extremely scared to leave the house I don't think that's possible. Employers notice I am depressed and unstable in interviews and my social anxiety makes them know instantly I wouldn't be a good canditate. The cycle repeats again and again- I'll never have my freedom and my mother wants it that way. She doesn't want me to leave the house. Ever.
One last thing? I'm in a secret relationship and my mother recently discovered about it and she is trying her best to break us apart.
My boyfriend and I met two years ago. My mother met him, but she didn't approve of him because he is poor and Salvadoran. She said all Salvadoran men are cheating scum ( based on her experience of her first husband having mistresses behind her back ). She says that my boyfriend will leave me penniless and hungry and that he will cheat behind my back how her first husband did. With time, my mother threatened to kick me out of the house ( when I was still 17 ) if I didn't break up with my boyfriend. I was forced to break up with my boyfriend. I just...disappeared on him. No reason why. No explanation. And I can't ever forgive myself for it. But I managed to get in contact with him again and we compromised that we will have a secret relationship because my parents will never approve of our relationship.
My boyfriend is the only emotional support I have. And my mother is trying to sabotage it.
Recently she found a photoshoot strip ( Those stupid Japanese ones ) of my boyfriend and I. She threw it on the table and slapped me across the face. She told me that he is a hideous monster and she told me so many hurtful things about him and that she is ashamed of me of how stupid I am. I just... I'm in tears right now. I don't know what to do. My mother right now is not letting me go out whatsoever and I've been alone in this room for over 4 days now. If I get out of the house, my mother will cry crocodile tears to my father and my father will physically assault me under the order of my mother. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do.
I feel this is all of my fault. For being a failure. For failing college because of my depression/anxiety and letting my future slip away. For being a social outcast. For not being happy. For not being the perfect daughter. For being in a secret relationship with a poor man but with a heart to take care of my broken self. For posting in this forum and actually expressing how I really feel. I'm a spoiled rotten brat and I deserve this pain.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for being such a horrible daughter. I love you so much mom but I don't even know if you love me. I'm so confused mom, I'm so confused.
I love you mother... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for being so weak. I don't want to live anymore.
The only thing that is stopping me from killing myself is my boyfriend.