I need a good slap and to be told that I'm a big girl now, I'll be fine.
Why do I feel like a little kid desperately missing her mummy at the age of 42 and a mother myself?
The cheeky bitch cut ME off for trying to come to terms with my frankly abysmal childhood by asking her questions about it and asking her if she remembered almost killing me several times! I am furious that the damn woman occupies even a millisecond of my thoughts.
She was addicted to valium all through my childhood, severely so and I know it can cause memory loss but she insisted that MY memories was false. I swing between utter rage at her for the loss of the person I could have been if I hadn't been sexually, physically and emotionally abused (and realised too late how fucked up it made me) and shame that I have upset her enough to never want to see me again.
My DC have lost their grandmother as well in this and the guilt is overwhelming sometimes. My therapist tells me this is the best thing for them so the cycle can stop with me but it still hurts so much.
My therapist and I did some 'inner child' therapy yesterday. I saw my 8 year old self and felt her utter terror, despair and self loathing. It was shocking and how ever much I try to minimise my memories of my childhood, I cannot deny the emotions that I felt during it.
It is so hard carrying on functioning with all this in the background (I have 4 DC, one with SN, and I am doing a degree). I just want to collapse but I can't, can't take meds as I am afraid of turning out like my mother, can't drink as I am afraid of becoming an alcoholic like my father.
I need an epiphany. 'It will pass' just won't cut it because it won't and still hasn't!