omg same. its definately done the same for me too, went from getting better to coping through it. It could be this way, because, ehem, we did get better. There is no beacon of perfection to reach. It really is just coping until we die. Hopefully some good moments are sprinkled in.
And honestly, with family, the day it dawned on me I could let my mother go- was like liberation. I didnt need her, for anything, and just, never spoke to her again. A sister of mine took longer to let go, but same thing. They will never be satisfied with you you are. People like that will always find something to nitpick. Im not gonna tell you what to do, cept dont pay no mind to people who dont have your back, theyll drown you if they could. I could do nothing right in my mothers eyes, and I was young and making some mistakes. However, instead of supporting me, or trying to guide me, she talked shit about me to the family, so they hated me too. After I got my shit together, and I was objectivly proud of myself, she still, still had horrible things to say. So fuck that. click, done, mute, block. The mean voice in the back of my head isnt so loud anymore.
I havnt read all ur comment, Ill write more later.
Just, we all need encouragement. We need it.
I, well I was homeless with a newborn for about five months. In that time, I saw a lot of doctors and social support workers. All the time, they would tell me, how good of a job I was doing at being a mom. I always rolled my eyes, thinking, they probably say that to everyone and it is just a curtisey. and maybe, but once I was settled and looked back, those kind words are what held me together in that time. No one was kind to me, but these strangers were so encouraging. And sometimes thats all a person needs.
omg same. its definately done the same for me too, went from getting better to coping through it. It could be this way, because, ehem, we did get better. There is no beacon of perfection to reach. It really is just coping until we die. Hopefully some good moments are sprinkled in.
And honestly, with family, the day it dawned on me I could let my mother go- was like liberation. I didnt need her, for anything, and just, never spoke to her again. A sister of mine took longer to let go, but same thing. They will never be satisfied with you you are. People like that will always find something to nitpick. Im not gonna tell you what to do, cept dont pay no mind to people who dont have your back, theyll drown you if they could. I could do nothing right in my mothers eyes, and I was young and making some mistakes. However, instead of supporting me, or trying to guide me, she talked shit about me to the family, so they hated me too. After I got my shit together, and I was objectivly proud of myself, she still, still had horrible things to say. So fuck that. click, done, mute, block. The mean voice in the back of my head isnt so loud anymore.
I havnt read all ur comment, Ill write more later.
Just, we all need encouragement. We need it.
I, well I was homeless with a newborn for about five months. In that time, I saw a lot of doctors and social support workers. All the time, they would tell me, how good of a job I was doing at being a mom. I always rolled my eyes, thinking, they probably say that to everyone and it is just a curtisey. and maybe, but once I was settled and looked back, those kind words are what held me together in that time. No one was kind to me, but these strangers were so encouraging. And sometimes thats all a person needs.
Be proud of yourself.