I'm an emotional wreck.
Even as I type that, I try to put a smile on my face because that's what I do. When things get tough, I laugh it off. I am the positive one. I tell everyone that it's going to be fine, that it can't get any worse. I pick up all the pieces when people are falling apart. I send cards, I text, I call....just because. Because that's what I've always done. I grew up with two of the most selfish people on the planet and somehow ended up selfless. I'm proud to not be like my parents, but I wish it didn't come along with the guilt. The guilt that comes when God forbid I do something for MYSELF. I make a decision for MYSELF. I do something that makes ME happy.
The other night at 4am I hear my house phone ringing. I jump out of bed because my niece is asleep on the couch and I don't want it to wake her up. Before I get to the phone, I hear my mother on the answering machine. She's crying hysterically and keeps saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The first thing that crossed my mind is that my father has passed away. He's been sick for so long, fighting through heart surgeries, leg surgeries, amputations. My heart sank. I was scared to pick up the phone, but I did.
My dad didn't pass away. He's fine and still recovering, but my mom was calling to tell me that she was about to hang herself.
She was sitting in a tree, with a rope, going to kill herself. She was going to hang herself from a tree just like her brother did last year. She called to say goodbye.
I cannot believe I am admitting this, but some sort of relief flooded over me. I was emotionless. The first thought that crossed my mind was, "that's all?" Suddenly I was mad at her for calling me. I'm not proud of these feelings but I will acknowledge them. The mother I have today is not the same mom I had when I was very young. In a way, my mom is already dead to me. We have no relationship because any relationship with her is toxic. As I began to talk her out of suicide, I had no feeling. It was as if I was talking to a perfect stranger. As if a random person from the other side of the world called me and told me they were going to kill themselves. Of course I will tell ANYONE not to commit suicide. I couldn't beg her not to do it. The words would not come out.
As much as I've tried to hide it, since the night I talked to her out of suicide I've been an emotional wreck. I am angry and bitter. I hold so much resentment and do not know how to let it go. Holding things in only leads to unhealthy habits surfacing.
I will never get out of this vicious cycle if I don't do a few things.
1.I have to let myself be angry.
I have to realize that there is nothing abnormal about my angry feelings as long as I don't let them control me.
2.I have to let it go.
Being angry all the time isn't healthy for anyone. I need to have some time to be angry and then give it to God.
3.I have to focus on me.
At the end of the day, my life is better without my mother in it, and that's nothing to feel guilty about. Removing myself from any situations involving her is best.
4.I have to find more healthy ways to vent. Emotional eating will get me NOWHERE
Being healthy is my main priority. It is the first step to moving on and starting my own family with my husband. I have to remove all of the toxic people in my life that do nothing but bring me down. I have to move forward with no regrets.