Going through some boxes I had packed and shipped to my new home here in Minnesota, I stumbled upon a journal entry I had scribbled a few years ago after yet another fight with my former husband. I was blown away with the pain and wretchedness I felt at the time. Then I realized, with horror, that it still describes how I feel inside. Happily, there have been some positive changes in my life, but I wonder if I can ever truly re-wire my brain and think differently about myself and life in general. So, not that anyone will ever read this, I am going to post that sad journal entry here so that if anyone ever stumbles across it, maybe they will feel less alone and somewhat better about themselves.
Sometime in 2014 or 2015:
This is where it always ends up…I take to the bedroom in tears and defeat and he commands the living room and the tv and lords it over me…he is always right and I am always the loser. He is so arrogant, proud and cold. He seems to have no feelings whatsoever when we fight. I think he looks for opportunities to get offended by me, that way he can justify shutting me out and “putting me in my place”. All of my life, others have dictated to me whether I have the right to be happy or not. No wonder I live 90-95% of my life in my head. I feel so utterly alone. Even last night, in the midst of more than 150 people (my son’s karate test night), I felt completely and utterly separate and apart from everyone else. Sometimes I feel so desperate to make a connection with another soul that I feel like I might shatter into a million pieces. I feel like a complete stranger, an imposter wherever I go. I feel marked, as if there is some kind of visible sign to others that I am and always will be an outsider. It doesn’t make a difference where I am, I feel so alone as if there is a secret to life and everyone has the code except for me.
I think the children love me, but they don’t understand me at all. For that matter, I think they don’t really see me as a person; I am just mom, and maybe that is the way it is meant to be. After all, they are children and they rightly see the world through childish eyes. I worry obsessively that I will infect them with me. I don’t know any other way to describe it. I know that I am a complete mess. Not a beautiful mess like people are fond of saying about themselves. No, I am just a terrible mess in my head. I wonder if I am mentally unbalanced? I just don’t know anything anymore, especially what is true and real anymore.
I don’t question whether god exists, or if there is a heaven or hell. I am sure that there is both and I am equally sure that I am not heaven-bound. I envy the people who seem so self-assured and confident. I wonder if anyone else feels as out-of-place as I do? I reflect on my few friendships throughout my life and I don’t think any of them were real or true. I guess its because I do not know how to relate to anyone in a meaningful way. I just wait until the other person gets a glimpse of the real me and realize that I am nothing or worse, evil. After all, I drive priests away without even trying. It must be the stench of sulfur wafting from my soul. I just don’t fit. My own children have commented on how different I am and how I tend to think differently from everyone else. god! The pain of constant rejection is crushing!! The thing is, I just can’t seem to figure out what it is that makes me so different, that makes me an outcast.
There is so much inside that I wish I could express or share with someone else, but I quickly doubt that I have anything ‘worth’ sharing. Life is so hard, empty and yet so painful.
Almost every human relationship that I have had was and is based on being used. Even my marriage is based on how useful I am to him. If I don’t follow the script, I get rejected. My role is to raise the kids, clean the house, do laundry, cook, grocery shop, pay the bills, homeschool the children and agree with him on everything. I sin when I have a thought of my own, or don’t want to watch tv at a certain time or don’t like one of his selections. I also sin when I rebel against this empty, confining life such as I did today (I honestly don’t remember now what this was over) If I felt that he actually did love me, not the servant me, then maybe I could feel less trapped and empty. But since his approval is tied directly to my behavior, then I know it isn’t love, but use.
I crave love. I long for affection. I dream about being cherished and having him (or anyone) actually make love to me. I long to be caressed and loved and cherished. But I know that is not meant for me. I AM NOT LOVABLE. PERIOD. I am damaged goods.
If god himself will not accept me, and love me, then I am doomed to an eternity of pain and emptiness. I feel more rejected than a poor strung out prostitute at a country club party. I swear that is how people see me. I am not judging that type of person either, because I have no idea how they got there, what pain and misery led them there. Me, I have always been too afraid of being ‘bad’ to ever step outside of the lines that I feel are the boundaries of an acceptable life. The joke being that I am not an acceptable person, no matter how hard I try to be ‘good’
Does anyone else ever feel this way?
Is there any type of social group that could or would accept me.
lost all hope…
should I even begin the painful subject of my mother? What would be the point? And my father?? Even more pointless…
I am just never going to be enough. Never good enough, smart enough, pretty or desired
Blank. I am just Blank.
If god himself has turned his face away from me, what hope do I ever have? I will never be able to go to enough confessions or masses or say the right prayer the right way the right number of times to ever be a child of god. Maybe, once upon a time, I had the potential, but I wasn’t good enough or strong enough to earn god’s love. I know what the experts say, that god’s love is a free gift and that we don’t have to earn it. But I have not experienced his love no matter how hard I try and prayed and longed for it. He withholds himself from me for what I am sure is a very good reason. I just don’t know what it is…
Enough for tonight… I will continue the purge later…