I am an Army veteran. I joined up to help people. I ended up getting hurt in the process. I am now out of the army and have a wife and child. I can’t stop thinking about the tour I done or the people I lost. I know I’m supposed to move on and care about my wife and child first and foremost, but, I don’t. I love them, but, I can’t feel for them like I guess i should. My thoughts are always focused on tour and I am often angry. I get so angry I scream. Sometimes I don’t even know why I’m […]
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The one thing that most people associate with Bipolar is bad husbands with anger issues. It might sound stereo-typical but for the majority that is true. You have to be extremely carefull not to share your anger/disappointment as it can erupt in the drop of a hat and you wig out. I am a much more “peacefull” bipolar case than the usual but only due to the fact that I had grown up with the rage and it keeps me in check…most of the time…but I can rage with the best of them.
They say that Bipolar is inherited and it shows. My dad has serious […]
I can hardly place these thoughts into words, into sentences. I am incapable of being happy with a free education, food, home, clothes, and people all around wanting to take care of me. I am not abused, not regularly anyways. A text from my mom sometimes: I must b a total loser since u stay with Mike. Mike is my father, but far from a winner. If this child game is nothing but who wins and who doesn’t, I’d suggest that they are the ones in need of extensive therapy. Not me, I’m their child, they spawned me out of their supposed love. Raised […]
Someone help me understand why I continue to do everything in my power to make a man happy? Four years, and a child later and I’m still a wreck. The good days make me feel powerful, confident, loved. But those good days only come a few times a month. All I ask is for respect, loyalty, attention. I give you all you need, plus some. I don’t wanna feel terrible every day. But I don’t know life without you. What am I supposed to do with myself? I love you so much, but I want to love myself more.
This may sound stupid but I just want to know…
If you are visiting here and believe you can relate to the postings and feelings of worthlessness and despair, and truly feel like you want to escape, have you as a child or at any other time messed with a Ouija board? I know it sounds corny. But I’m curious.
Please do not judge me on this letter, I am only curious as to what all this means.
Lately I have been feeling like SOMETHING bad had happened when I was a child or any other time but I cannot shake this feeling away.
I have a weird fascination with the whole sexual abuse, predator/little girl, etc. (Now, when I say fascination I do not mean I like it any way shape or form or wish it upon others because I think that is sick and anyone who believes its ok is messed up) but I find myself thinking about it and wanting to research it to […]
I have no one to share my feelings with except the web where squalling little children are crying about their life and how “hard” it is because their parents “don’t understand them” and yadda yadda yadda. Get over it, you are 12-15 crying that you hate life and you never get what you want. Well, news flash! Life isn’t fair you little shit. You will learn one day as you grow up and it is going to be one hell of a ride but don’t fucking meander around moping how you have a shitfuck life because your parents won’t let you stay out till 2am […]
I am mute, i just cut, and i feel like dyeing, why? Because my mom finally broke me. All i have ever wanted is for my mother to love me and care like other moms do, but i never get her love, when she was down and sad wjo helped her? ME WHEN I WAS ONLY 5, I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHY SHE WAS CRYING AT THAT AGE BUT I WAS THE ONE WHO HELD HER TILL SHE FELL ASLEEP, ME! I WAS THE ONE WHO CARED WHEN MY DAD WENT! AND KMOW SHE TREATS ME LIKE IM TRASH!!! WHAT DID I DO!!! IM ONLY […]
It’s hard to be at home, when all my parents do lately is fight with eachother. Â It’s usually about money or dad misinterpreting mom’s expressions into anger, and then becoming angry himself. Â After which he tells her that she’s been angry lately, with an ‘I’m right’ tone, which she denies because she’s not, and then he keeps going at it. Â I try and intercede, telling him to stop, that he’s wrong, and just trying to get them to stop fighting. Â Then he yells at me, telling me to stay out of it. Â The dinner table turns into a bubble of silence, weighted by tension and […]
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