Steely
Active Member
Thanks for listening to me, as I try to put on paper what is running through my head. Sometimes my head just seems to get cloudy with feelings, emotions, events, and I need to write it down. You guys are the best listeners in my life - so thanks for lending an ear.
I realize that appx every 6 months I have had a top five stressor in my life for the last 30 months - but sometimes I forget how that has impacted me. I think I go on about my normal life, forgetting the series of events in the last 3 years - until it reaches up and slaps me in the face with its reality.
In March of 2007 my Dad was diagnosis with a glioma blastoma - brain cancer. They gave him 6 months to live. H. flew down, and it was an intense, agonizing, horrible ordeal as he underwent brain surgery and chemo, etc.
Six months later, Sept of 07, his cancer was into full remission. Then my grandmother died, my mom's mom.
Six months later, Feb 2008, H. went missing for 2 weeks and was found dead. That was another horrible intense ordeal, obviously, as you all know all the details, and how that has impacted me in such a deep, deep way.
Six months after that, a year ago, Matt tried to kill himself, and knocked me to the ground in a rage. I knew I had to send him away to get help, and that I would never live with him again. He went through a hospitalization and 2 programs out of state, until I found the program in ID where he currently is. During this whole year I was being harrassed and targeted at work.
Four months ago I filed a formal complaint with the company I was at, left, and took this job in nowhere AZ. And so here I find myself, pretty content - but sometimes overcome with such intense PTSD that I cannot breathe. There are not any counselors here, I would have drive 2 hours to see one - so I find myself trying to write and process this stuff the best way I can. I did see a counselor for 7 years in Dallas, so I know in my head, what she would say.
My parents are visiting me this week in AZ and I find myself quite haunted by the last 3 years. My dad's cancer is still in remission, but the scar tissue on his brain is growing and causing him to have very difficult child-ish behaviors. He is developing anxieties and fears he has never had before, and becoming a bit Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and depressed. My mom is also suffering with depression from all of these events that have so dramatically affected our lives these last 3 years. My mom wants to retire, and live life before my dad dies - and he does not. It is very difficult to watch and every 5 mintues I want to call H and tell her about it - and ask her what we are going to do - and then I remember I can't.
I don't know. I guess I just needed to write down the reality of what has really happened in the last years to help me not feel like I am crazy when I get anxious or upset - or overreact to something. My parents have seemed to trigger every feeling possible - and I hate it. And of course, as it always happens with a difficult child (they have such impeccable timing) Matt calls yesterday and had had the worst day he has had in 6 months.
I seriously want to run away and not be the only daughter left to care for my aging parents - and not be the only parent that Matt has or ever will have. I just want to run, run, run - into my desert - and be free from all these huge, burdens. But I can't. I am the one, and only. The best I can do for now, is hike into my desert and hide for awhile - which is certainly more than I have ever had before.
Thanks guys.
Steely
I realize that appx every 6 months I have had a top five stressor in my life for the last 30 months - but sometimes I forget how that has impacted me. I think I go on about my normal life, forgetting the series of events in the last 3 years - until it reaches up and slaps me in the face with its reality.
In March of 2007 my Dad was diagnosis with a glioma blastoma - brain cancer. They gave him 6 months to live. H. flew down, and it was an intense, agonizing, horrible ordeal as he underwent brain surgery and chemo, etc.
Six months later, Sept of 07, his cancer was into full remission. Then my grandmother died, my mom's mom.
Six months later, Feb 2008, H. went missing for 2 weeks and was found dead. That was another horrible intense ordeal, obviously, as you all know all the details, and how that has impacted me in such a deep, deep way.
Six months after that, a year ago, Matt tried to kill himself, and knocked me to the ground in a rage. I knew I had to send him away to get help, and that I would never live with him again. He went through a hospitalization and 2 programs out of state, until I found the program in ID where he currently is. During this whole year I was being harrassed and targeted at work.
Four months ago I filed a formal complaint with the company I was at, left, and took this job in nowhere AZ. And so here I find myself, pretty content - but sometimes overcome with such intense PTSD that I cannot breathe. There are not any counselors here, I would have drive 2 hours to see one - so I find myself trying to write and process this stuff the best way I can. I did see a counselor for 7 years in Dallas, so I know in my head, what she would say.
My parents are visiting me this week in AZ and I find myself quite haunted by the last 3 years. My dad's cancer is still in remission, but the scar tissue on his brain is growing and causing him to have very difficult child-ish behaviors. He is developing anxieties and fears he has never had before, and becoming a bit Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and depressed. My mom is also suffering with depression from all of these events that have so dramatically affected our lives these last 3 years. My mom wants to retire, and live life before my dad dies - and he does not. It is very difficult to watch and every 5 mintues I want to call H and tell her about it - and ask her what we are going to do - and then I remember I can't.
I don't know. I guess I just needed to write down the reality of what has really happened in the last years to help me not feel like I am crazy when I get anxious or upset - or overreact to something. My parents have seemed to trigger every feeling possible - and I hate it. And of course, as it always happens with a difficult child (they have such impeccable timing) Matt calls yesterday and had had the worst day he has had in 6 months.
I seriously want to run away and not be the only daughter left to care for my aging parents - and not be the only parent that Matt has or ever will have. I just want to run, run, run - into my desert - and be free from all these huge, burdens. But I can't. I am the one, and only. The best I can do for now, is hike into my desert and hide for awhile - which is certainly more than I have ever had before.
Thanks guys.
Steely