So I woke up this morning in a really bad place. I managed to bath Pixie, so she didn’t smell like seaweed anymore and have a shower just in time to get to my GP app at 12. It went ok and she thinks it’s time to start psychotherapy.
I went to see my MH nurse afterwards and we had a long chat. I felt better after and managed to do some grocery shopping, do my all my ironing from being away and mow my front lawn. It started raining so I couldn’t do the back.
I then sat down and started to think about some of the things that she had said earlier. Now I’m not ok.
I thought I just resented my mother for what she caused but after spending a week with them I realise that my father is nearly as bad. Both are controlling and critical and still treat me like a child. I had to ask permission to do anything while we were away. My brother can do no wrong in their eyes but it was pointed out to me today that he has a drinking problem.
Both my parents and brother are negative and criticise everyone and everything. They can’t show compassion for anyone. In their eyes they are the only ones that deserve anything and are jealous of those that have more than them. They are self centred and arrogant.
Im not like them. I’m the black sheep or maybe the only white sheep. I am negative at the moment but I’m blaming my MI on that and I’m working on it and I have come along way.
I have compassion and care for others. I feel like a maybe a better person than they are. I want to be a better person. But I feel so bad for feeling that. I should never think I’m better than anyone. I’m not. I’m not a good person.
I feel like if I was a good person then maybe they would accept me as I am. Maybe I’m not worth being accepted. Maybe I’m not worth anything and that’s why I’m alone. Maybe I don’t deserve to be accepted. Maybe I deserve to be alone. Maybe that’s why I push everyone away.
I don’t want to be any version of me anymore.
I’m not worth it