darkishstar
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WARNING: This is a very long post.
So does time really heal? Lately things have been.. coming back to me. Things I don't want to remember. I don't know if it's the stress of college or the fact that college seems like such a life and death decision that decides the fate of your life or how successful you will be.
First I want to say that this is NOT a sympathy post. I don't consider myself the most unlucky person in the world, I know there are people out there who have had it much much much worse and I probably sound frivolous and silly. I just want to know some opinion or advice on what I should do. Because lately I can't figure myself out, nor my life. So I'm going to tell a story, one I don't usually tell people because I don't want to garner sympathy for myself, nor do I want people to think that I'm some kind of attention whore that thinks "OMG, life is SO BAD, give me attention." Because that's not the case, but people usually judge me that way, so I've learned to shut up and bottle in my feelings and problems.
Recently a few friends of mine that I have just made in college told me that I never seem to be able to "let loose" or let myself completely go. This really bothered me for some reason because I thought I was a fun person that let loose now and then. But they told me I never let myself loose completely, that there is still a part of me that's guarded. Is this a bad thing?
See, when I was born, afterwards, my mother's uterus came out as well and had to be surgically placed back in her. Ever since, she was sterile, unable to have children. And she has schizophrenia. According to my mother's relatives (my aunts, uncles, grandparents), I am the reason she is this way. That it is my fault that she can't have kids anymore (she's always wanted a son, it's an Asian cultural thing I think) and that's why she went crazy and became schizophrenic. Now imagine what goes through a 4th grade child's head when they are being told this. To make matters worse, my father divorced my mother when I was 6 years old. This of course was blamed on me as well because he WANTED a son. When I was born, he walked out of the room the moment he found out I was a girl, because my older sister was a girl as well, and now there's no chance he'll have a son. I know my dad loves me and I love my dad as well. I don't blame my father for what he did, because he could not handle a schizophrenic woman very well. He didn't understand. She became a totally different person and said a lot of nasty things about his family. But only under an episode. Without the episodes, she is a total angel and nice woman. However, anger got the best of him, and he would beat her. And I saw and heard this. And who did I blame? Myself. After what I was told by my relatives, how could I not?
Now, it's easy to say that it was not my fault. However, I had to go through suicidal thoughts and anorexia in my sophomore year of high school before I've healed a little. And I've healed a bit since then, but there is always a nagging in my head that it's my fault that my mother has had such a terrible life. The few people I have told have told me it is not my fault, but I can't accept it.
And then comes patient rights. I believe my mother would be happier if she could get treatment or some kind of therapy. But if she insists that she is fine, she cannot receive treatment because they cannot force that upon a person against their will. Skewed as it may be by schizophrenia. So my solution? To become a psychiatrist/doctor so I can try and help her out a little. So now I am a neuroscience major. On my way to becoming a doctor.
So what's the problem?
That it's still there. The problem I have with not trusting people. That I can't let loose because if I hurt someone I will feel so guilty and blame myself. That's why I can't let loose. I always guard myself. Is this a bad thing?
The other problem?
I don't want to be a doctor anymore. I've always been more artistic and I would love anything to pursue a career in art or be a make-up artist. But I can't let myself be because I feel an obligation to help my mother, to relieve some of the guilt I feel because I still blame myself for what happened to my mother.
It's really hard to stop the tears back at the point that I'm typing this because even the fact of considering not becoming a doctor overwhelms me with such guilt. Because I can let myself be happy if I go pursue the career that I want, but I cannot make my mother happier by doing something that will make me happy. Plus, my mother wants me to be a doctor, so if I especially don't want to be a doctor, I will add even more to her unhappiness.
My sister already told me that the first step to my healing is to not live for other people (especially my mom and dad), but to go do what I want and be happy.
But I can't bring myself to do this.
I feel so guilty and sad.
Maybe that's why the "not letting loose comment" bothered me so much. Because I'm not as over this as I thought I was. Maybe I should go see a therapist? I have no idea.
I know that people out there have it worse than me, and it takes a lot for me to type this out because I have always believed that I'm a strong person and I don't want to seem like I'm asking for sympathy or acting like my life is so horrible when it's not. I'm just feeling so lost at the moment that I really don't know what I should do, and probably posting it on the internet isn't the best thing to do, but I want outside opinion which is a lot harder to solicit than friend's opinions. Which I don't really ask for either, because I don't want to burden them, nor do I want them to think that I'm acting like my life is so bad, when it's not.
Please help.
I feel so helpless.
So does time really heal? Lately things have been.. coming back to me. Things I don't want to remember. I don't know if it's the stress of college or the fact that college seems like such a life and death decision that decides the fate of your life or how successful you will be.
First I want to say that this is NOT a sympathy post. I don't consider myself the most unlucky person in the world, I know there are people out there who have had it much much much worse and I probably sound frivolous and silly. I just want to know some opinion or advice on what I should do. Because lately I can't figure myself out, nor my life. So I'm going to tell a story, one I don't usually tell people because I don't want to garner sympathy for myself, nor do I want people to think that I'm some kind of attention whore that thinks "OMG, life is SO BAD, give me attention." Because that's not the case, but people usually judge me that way, so I've learned to shut up and bottle in my feelings and problems.
Recently a few friends of mine that I have just made in college told me that I never seem to be able to "let loose" or let myself completely go. This really bothered me for some reason because I thought I was a fun person that let loose now and then. But they told me I never let myself loose completely, that there is still a part of me that's guarded. Is this a bad thing?
See, when I was born, afterwards, my mother's uterus came out as well and had to be surgically placed back in her. Ever since, she was sterile, unable to have children. And she has schizophrenia. According to my mother's relatives (my aunts, uncles, grandparents), I am the reason she is this way. That it is my fault that she can't have kids anymore (she's always wanted a son, it's an Asian cultural thing I think) and that's why she went crazy and became schizophrenic. Now imagine what goes through a 4th grade child's head when they are being told this. To make matters worse, my father divorced my mother when I was 6 years old. This of course was blamed on me as well because he WANTED a son. When I was born, he walked out of the room the moment he found out I was a girl, because my older sister was a girl as well, and now there's no chance he'll have a son. I know my dad loves me and I love my dad as well. I don't blame my father for what he did, because he could not handle a schizophrenic woman very well. He didn't understand. She became a totally different person and said a lot of nasty things about his family. But only under an episode. Without the episodes, she is a total angel and nice woman. However, anger got the best of him, and he would beat her. And I saw and heard this. And who did I blame? Myself. After what I was told by my relatives, how could I not?
Now, it's easy to say that it was not my fault. However, I had to go through suicidal thoughts and anorexia in my sophomore year of high school before I've healed a little. And I've healed a bit since then, but there is always a nagging in my head that it's my fault that my mother has had such a terrible life. The few people I have told have told me it is not my fault, but I can't accept it.
And then comes patient rights. I believe my mother would be happier if she could get treatment or some kind of therapy. But if she insists that she is fine, she cannot receive treatment because they cannot force that upon a person against their will. Skewed as it may be by schizophrenia. So my solution? To become a psychiatrist/doctor so I can try and help her out a little. So now I am a neuroscience major. On my way to becoming a doctor.
So what's the problem?
That it's still there. The problem I have with not trusting people. That I can't let loose because if I hurt someone I will feel so guilty and blame myself. That's why I can't let loose. I always guard myself. Is this a bad thing?
The other problem?
I don't want to be a doctor anymore. I've always been more artistic and I would love anything to pursue a career in art or be a make-up artist. But I can't let myself be because I feel an obligation to help my mother, to relieve some of the guilt I feel because I still blame myself for what happened to my mother.
It's really hard to stop the tears back at the point that I'm typing this because even the fact of considering not becoming a doctor overwhelms me with such guilt. Because I can let myself be happy if I go pursue the career that I want, but I cannot make my mother happier by doing something that will make me happy. Plus, my mother wants me to be a doctor, so if I especially don't want to be a doctor, I will add even more to her unhappiness.
My sister already told me that the first step to my healing is to not live for other people (especially my mom and dad), but to go do what I want and be happy.
But I can't bring myself to do this.
I feel so guilty and sad.
Maybe that's why the "not letting loose comment" bothered me so much. Because I'm not as over this as I thought I was. Maybe I should go see a therapist? I have no idea.
I know that people out there have it worse than me, and it takes a lot for me to type this out because I have always believed that I'm a strong person and I don't want to seem like I'm asking for sympathy or acting like my life is so horrible when it's not. I'm just feeling so lost at the moment that I really don't know what I should do, and probably posting it on the internet isn't the best thing to do, but I want outside opinion which is a lot harder to solicit than friend's opinions. Which I don't really ask for either, because I don't want to burden them, nor do I want them to think that I'm acting like my life is so bad, when it's not.
Please help.