This will be a long story so i will try and keep it short as possible.
Growing up I always felt as though my mother hated me, at 8 she confirmed it by telling me she did. Thing went rapidly downhill from there, she treated me like a was nothing and didn’t deserve to be loved. At 15 I attempted to overdose and no one noticed for three days. It obviously didn’t work, I woke up the next morning throwing up like mad and on Monday went to school as normal.
My sister found my suicide note that morning though (on Monday, it had been under my pillow and she went to get my bedding for a wash). She called my school thinking that I had done something that day and I was taken to the hospital and kept in overnight. When my step father came to collect me I was told to apologise to my mother when we got home. I’ll never be able to describe the pain of having to tell her how selfish and stupid I was for feeling that worthless and unloved that I had wanted my life to end. A few weeks later she kicked me out just after my 16th.
From there I met my children’s father and was with him for almost three years but no matter what he did I couldn’t believe he loved me. I was diagnosed with post natal depression, it drove a massive wedge between us (as well as a lot of other stuff going on in our relationship).
We split up and I brought my two children up on my own. I couldn’t bond properly with my daughter, though I show her so much love and affection. I get angry with her easily but do my best not to let her see as it’s not her that I’m actually angry with. Neither of them see the side of me that isn’t happy or loving or caring, I never want them to see that either.
Lately things have begun to slip. They get moody and shout that they hate me, and I believe it. It doesn’t matter that I know logically they’re just upset, I believe they don’t love me. I don’t believe anyone does and I can’t understand why, and I’m so desperate to be loved.
I’ll start councelling soon but the waiting list is 6 months and I just feel like I'm losing control now.
I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fill this empty hole inside me. I want to be loved so badly and even though there are some people (my children, dp, sister and uncle) that love me, I just don't believe it. Why would they if my own parents wouldn't?