Dear Mythoughts,
I just reread all of your posts.................wow. You have such great insight and yet you have so many of the same feelings that I myself have and understand.
I am sorry for not getting to this earlier as I had promised to come back and post to you but you see my sister died on Thursday 4/30 after a courageous battle with cancer. The cancer won and I cry. I have lost both of my sisters and my one brother in the past 17 months and I will admit that I am scared. What about me? But hey I am going to continue to live my life as well as I can and kick the stinkin thinkin to the curb.
We lost a son in a car crash in 1990 and to this day I cry but I cry alone now.
You will find my style of advice and writing is much different that Karen's or Raniahs.................I am a nurse and worked ER for 26 years as a bedside nurse and as the nurse manager of the department. We use a bit of tough love and I will try to be very careful not to offend. :)
I have always had a problem with self esteem as I was raised by a stepmother that was jealous of me and convinced me I was a fat pig and that I never worked up to my ability or did anything right. My birth mother was killed in a car accident when I was 2 and my siblings were raised by their Father. I was raised by my Father and I was his only child so I was raised as an only child. All I ever wanted was to be part of a happy family. My Father was a kind and loving man.
I went looking for love in my teens as I knew by then that my Mother was a functional alcoholic and I stayed out of her way. I married my first husband when I was just 17 and for 7 years life sucked. We had 3 children and everything that went wrong was my fault. Much like living with my stepmother. I was anxious and I hated my life with this person...............but what was I to do? I finally fought back and got a job in a factory and divorced him. I took my beautiful children and moved to a different city. Along the way to divorce I made many mistakes for which I am not proud.
I married my second and current hubby in 1971 and we have been together ever since but I had learned that life is not a honeymoon for very long and I had to make many compromises.
We have one son together so we raised 4 wonderful children. My hubby is anti-social so I went to many social gatherings alone. I would feel alone in a crowded room.
When our oldest left home I had my first major melt-down........the empty nest syndrome brought out my depression and that was 27 years ago. I really did well on meds but never got into therapy until 3 years ago.
I had played the actress for so long, pretending I was confident and full of self esteem until I could play the part no longer. I crashed major.
Therapy taught me much but the one thing I have learned and that I now accept is that I have depression and that I will never give up on me. I am a good person and I will survive. The tough times suck, but the good times make it better.
You are a good person and you have so much to offer. Please learn to accept that you have a mental health disorder but hey for us that is normal my new friend. We can deal with it. We have the power within.
My hubby gets all frustrated and sometimes blows up saying he cannot deal with me and I cry and feel very guilty but then I get a grip and think to myself, hey girl, your not making things any better by asking why me over and over.
I am normal for me and I will always reach out and ask for help. It is there for a reason..................so don't you ever give in to the depression. Sometimes we have to make decisions for our own sake and you may have to deal with your wife but you can do this.
One step in front of the other......babysteps, Mythoughts..........they will help you climb mountains.
See the happy person, be the happy person............and I mean feel the goodness that you have and deal with the down times as they come for they are part of who you are.
Many hugs and love to you,
Kitt