Thursday, June 2, 2011
1:24 PM
Posted by GG Renee | Filed under
Musings and Reflections,
Self-Discovery
Click here for Secrets (Part I)
What am I doing here?
I remember feeling out of place all the time. Our secrets can cause us to feel isolated because we think that no one else has them. Other than close friends, no one knew about my home life. And while they sympathized, they couldn't really understand. I suppose all of us, at some point or another, have walked around pretending.
Pretending to be happy. Pretending to be strong. Pretending to have it all figured out. I was successful at fooling everyone but myself. I had no idea
who the real me was.
Over the years, my mother essentially alienated herself from everyone in her life -- her own parents, siblings, friends, church family and extended family. She thought they were all literally out to get her. Not long after I went to college, my parents divorced. They'd been unoffically separated for years. (My dad was basically living in the basement and my mom upstairs). Dad moved out and Mom eventually moved to New York. I think she moved during my junior year. She got a job and her own place, and seemed to be doing well at first. I guess she started having some issues at work because after several months, the job let her go and advised her that she should get a psychological evaluation. My mother refused at first, but then agreed when she found out that if she was diagnosed with something, she would be able to get disability benefits. She was eventually diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. She lost her apartment, and got a spot in some sort of rehabilitation shelter for women with similar issues. She lived in the shelter until they placed her in an income-adjusted apartment.
I was not this informed while all of this was going on. I never knew where she was staying or what was going on with her. I was always worried about her and simultaneously relieved to be away from her. I partied and smoked and drank and obsessed over boys -- and studied occasionally. I kept my mind occupied as much as possible. All the while, the self-loathing built up inside of me. I felt that I would never be normal or be able to understand people who seemed too normal. I was attracted to dysfunction because it was all that I knew.
I had to learn to love her from a distance; which is an art that I still have not mastered. I still feel guilty. I still feel resentful. I still feel helpless when it comes to her. I feel that she and I have failed each other in some way. She was supposed to fight her mental illness, so that she could raise me and be my mom. I was supposed to be able to get through to her and make her want to be better, but I could never speak her language. I guess I feel that I couldn't save her and no one took the time to see what was happening and save me from her. I didn't think that anyone cared.
Do you know what it feels like to think you're not good enough? People have always told me that I have a light. A positive energy that feels good to be around. But my self-view was quite different. I figured I had everyone fooled. The reality was that I wanted to be high all the time, so that I could escape my sober mind that was so sad and self-defeating. I was ashamed of my life and had low self-esteem. I was jealous of people who had "normal" mothers and happy families. I thought it was just a matter of time before I started to lose my mind like she did. I did one self-destructive thing after another because I expected life to always disappoint me.
Again the question was always there, what am I doing here? Why does it seem like I'm always suffering? If I'm so full of light, then why do I feel so dark?
I came to realize that there's no magical answer to these questions. I began to see my light by simply turning towards it. Whatever you have been through in life, please realize that challenges aren't meant to punish us. They are meant to make us more loving, more faithful and and more aware that there is more going on than what meets the eye. How could we ever appreciate beauty if we never saw pain? Or how could we empathize with anyone, if we have never felt sorry for ourselves? We'd all be sitting around feeling smug and saying what we'd never do and
casting judgment on each other, wouldn't we?
Are you keeping secrets? Please realize that you are only truly hiding from yourself. Within those locked away secrets, is the key to your freedom. Don't be afraid to unlock yourself and be free!
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How adventurous would life be, if you were "challenge free"?
If you had the perfect body, perfect self-esteem, everyone adored you, and you
won the lottery every Sunday?
Not.
Now what if, painful as they may temporarily be, you could choose a life
during which challenges might arise whenever your thinking needed expansion,
on the sole condition that every one of them could be overcome no matter how
daunting they may at first seem?
Everything makes you more,
The Universe