So, I hope it’s okay for me to post this here. I didn’t know where else to post it. This might be long, so apologise in advance as I’m trying not to drip feed.
I don’t particularly like myself . It’s not that I’m a nasty person or anything (at least I don’t think I am), I always try to help people the best I can and make time for people.
I don’t have a lot of self confidence, very low self esteem. I feel I am a burden and I’m depressed. I’ve been depressed for a very long time. Seen therapists, been in antidepressants, nothing works. I don’t think I’m very good at anything and I feel quite worthless, so I think I was just put on this earth as some sort of joke, for someone to laugh at.
I didn’t have a good childhood, parents alcoholics, although I know I was loved, but alcohol And cigarettes came first, so they loved them more than me. I was bullied at school, I was that child that no one wanted to play with. I distinctly remember joining in a game at school when I was 5, and out of all the group bar one everyone said they weren’t playing if I was playing as I was smelly! That has stuck with me. The bullying didn’t just stop at school, I was bullied by a particular girl from my village, I was terrified of her, so much so I hated going out as she was always waiting for me. I tried to tell my mum and she did pull the girl up but it didn’t matter. Even when I still see her know I’m frightened and I’m nearly 50. I was sexually assaulted by some boys from my village because I had big boobs. I never told my parents that, I just thought it would become worse as the bullying became worse.
I am married and he is a lovely man but we have had our ups and downs. When I think back to how he treated me when we were younger(whole other thread) I wonder why I stuck with him, I know it’s because I thought I was so ugly I wouldn’t get anyone else. He was my first boyfriend, and I married young (18). He doesnt treat me bad now but I think with things he has done in the past and what he has said to me my feelings for him have changed. I do however think with a lot of things, my feelings don’t matter, if I disagree with something or the way he is handling something, he just doesn’t consider my feelings at all. My feelings are dismissed.
I feel ugly, people tell me I’m not, they tell me I’m lovely and look way younger than my age, but I feel they are just saying that to be nice.
Im fat (thats not something I just think, I am actually fat), I’m 12.5 stone and I’m only 5’4. All my fat is round my middle so it’s the most dangerous fat. My doctor has told me I need to try to lose the fat. I hate my big boobs, I’m a 34HH and they are sore and painful. I can’t even exercise they are so sore event with 2 sports bras on. For this I went to the doctor, she told me to lose weight, but I’ve always been big, I was a size10, when I was 30 and I was a 32GG. So I walk about with big baggy jumpers and coats on as I’m so self conscious of my boobs and my weight. For my breakfast I’ve had 2 very large bags of crisps and a chocolate milkshake.
My house is a mess, I don’t work, my husband works 12 hours a day and does a lot of weekend work, he helps round the house, but I know I should be doing the majority, I just can’t seem to find the motivation. My children are still at home, and the have their chores which they do, they do the dishes, clean the bathroom and their rooms.
I sabotage myself at every opportunity I just can’t seem to stop.
I am a constant worrier, I worry about everything and anything. The worry of the moment is Brexit. I’ve got it like Armageddon, husband is going to lose his job, there is going to be no food, I won’t get my medication....... and it goes on.
I buy myself things to make me happy usually clothes, makeup, shoes, bags. I know I’m trying to fill A void for something that’s missing inside me, and I don’t know what it is or how to sort it. Again I went to therapy for this, but it hasn’t worked. I think it might be a need to feel wanted, loved, liked as in if I have that I’m as good as the next person. The clothes I buy don’t even fit, they are in size 12 which is what I want to be but I’m not!
I can’t wait for the day when I die because then I won’t feel like this anymore.
Anyway, thank you if anyone has taken the time to read this, and if anyone has started reading and thought “this is a lot of shite, I’m not reading that, well that’s okay, I expect people think that”