The anniversary and it's other dates has passed and I am feeling better and hope to continue that way - but I thought I would write a little about the days when I don't post
It's just hard for me to get past my own thoughts though those times - and my memories
My last therapist gave me a post-mortem diagnosis about my son's MI - a bit hard but I agree with her - she said he most likely had Borderline Personalilty Disorder - or some of those traits - and it all varies a lot from person to person.
This seemed right as he could not see anyone else's borders - including the law - and of course mine - for I felt pretty bad when he was alive because he kept breaking the law and his crimes became more and more serious and I lived on the edge constantly because I never knew what he would do next
He was into SH and SI and SA - and there were times when I was worn so thin I couldn't do anything. The idea of working when I was in a stew was not on - I couldn't do the housework and my studies suffered.
My journey was like many of those I read here - bad nights when I waited for dawn - bad days that lasted forever - my family bailed on us - and my then-husband - who wanted a son so badly - just ignored the situation - my son and I were abandoned - the people who were supposed to help most did not help at all - but I was very lucky with my professional help
I had a great psychiatrist who would put me into hospital when I burned out - I would stay for a few days - and then back out for a few weeks - I had migraine which he could treat in hospital. I didn't have medication except for sedation - reactive depression and antidepressents don't work - and so I can say that whatever it was - what I had worked
Years later I heard that this psychiatrist had retired and I was able to get his address and I wrote to him saying that after a long period of grief I had stopped taking the medication I had been taking - and I was much better - it was really good to be able to do that and I had a great answer from him - that was good.
But I don't remember anyone telling me about self-soothing or mindfulness or grounding - but somehow I found my way through.
Thinking back having my son constantly crashing my borders was one of the hard parts and the other - his constantly breaking the law and his SH caused me so much pain - but he didn't know that. I didn't understand what he was doing and why - but I do know this
He was a lost and tortured being - taken from his first-mother at birth without her consent - that happened a lot back then - then for two weeks he was in the hospital - I can't imagine people having much time to hold him and cuddle him then. I can't know how deeply he was traumatised but I know him and he was lost - at least when he died he would have been at peace
But it has taken a lot of time for me to be at peace. I would say that for 360 days of the year I am mostly fine - the other 5 or 6 days - pretty bad
But as the years pass it is easier - this year has been a lot better - when I read your stories I know that once I was like many of you - in a nightmare I could not find my way out of - but in time - I did
Thanks so much for your kind thoughts and messages these last couple of weeks - I had plans that fell through but the weather was pretty sour. I had money saved for some retail therapy which was timely - it is always pleasant to have some new things -
You are invalubale people - you mean so much to me.
I don't like opening up much - but I have had a lot of days off lately and as my on-line friends I think it's probably a good idea to let you know when things are not that great for me - because most of the time - I am pretty good really
So for the rest of you who are going through the hards yards of being young - it doesn't last forever
All the best and thanks for reading this
Dec