Hi Jingley Jen
Wrapping one of my quilts around you and
I hope you are safe, Jen. You can recover and heal-it may not be easy or quick, but just know that you can.
I hope you are feeling stronger today. But you know what?--I think it's ok if you are not-superficial recovery to "snap out of it" to placate others is a waste of the progress made in identifying and verbalizing the pain. But again, please keep yourself safe.
I have not been that close to the brink as you told about your experience last weekend; but I am very familiar with the thoughts you described about feeling worthless, in the way, sub-standard or a sort of second class citizen.
I am a SAHM and it is a thankless job and an invisible one too. Your DH and DC do love you as mine love me, Smithfield's loves her, Pages' loves her, Sakura's loves her, Ally's loves her-for everybody: it is an universal truth.
The discussion on "the comments from others" has rung a couple of bells for me. It is a bit abstract and of less importance than what you went through regarding the "church leader" .
I think I just need (needed) empathy. And whenever I sort of fished for it-just wanted some care, or sympathy, or a verbal hug iykwim...and inevitably I'd be disappointed or rather aggravated. Brushed off. Rolling eyes-'grow up and be my own mother' I was told once-less than a year after my mother passed on. Compared less favorably to someone else -usually Middle Sister...(Ok, I didn't know it was a competition-especially since we were all 'being treated equally'. )
So, I'm trainable...I just stopped looking for it. Forever the wall flower, stop going to the dance at all after a while.
My mistake was that I equated not looking for it with not needing it. I convinced myself that my calling was to solitude-which would be a logical conclusion if no one had any empathy for me.
Emotional dormancy-continuing the tradition started in my early childhood.
DH is much better giving me attention. Sometimes it feels like a routine checklist, but at least he acknowledges I am here and have my own crosses to bear so to speak.
I know I can't expect empathy from others (or force them to give it to me).
It is a dilemma.
Giving myself empathy isn't quite the same, either, is it? Take care of myself, do things for myself, does not achieve the fellowship that empathy from another person provides to your heart and soul.
In the eight months (or so) on this thread, I have received more empathy from my wonderful friends here than I have in years from others. This perhaps excludes DH and my Oldest Sister, but that is all. My Middle Sister would much rather snap up the opportunity to analyze and evaluate me; embellish her perceived superiority-kick me while I'm down-treating me like a child.
And all I wanted was 4 or 5 kind words strung together for me.
Sorry for this rambling on. But the connection between empathy unfulfilled and solitude seems to be an important link to understanding my journey.