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Yeah i'm having a rough day of much crying. Nearly 60, my family of origin set in place a life filled with loneliness, more people who would use/abuse/take/abandon, and the doormat people pleasing of a person who has dragged big feelings of worthlessness. Family of origin did not like that I tried to express my own voice, stand up for younger siblings so I was cast out, shamed and blamed. Much later, they would take my two adult children into this dynamic (there are other complementary factors), something I found was not unusual.

So now I am broke, truly alone. Trying to navigate finding another apartment after having just moved a few months ago, because limited funds and being a woman on my own at my age equals being ignored, discounted and/or taken advantage of. Even if you are looking out for it, it becomes tiresome. I am so weary of fighting for my life. I know I am a good and interesting person but NOBODY KNOWS IT, despite signing up for meetups and social groups and attending semi-regularly. I am losing my spark, the thing that carried me through so many tough times. Coming up on a year since my mid 20s child burned the bridges in a flamestorm, after the last few years in gutwrenching mental health struggles which only I was by her side for, like everything else. But yeah. Guess who was discarded, again? I am hurt beyond measure. I am angry, sometimes. But mostly I feel defeated by my life and dearly want to find a way out of this and back to a self that saw possibilities. Too busy surviving. Again.

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