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Literally, Good Grief!
Just got home from therapy. Usually I go every other week, but last week was such a mindfucker that I came back in just one week.
She (my therapist, Julie) doesn't think it's the meds making me so depressed. She thinks it's grief. I'm grieving the loss of my family still, and it's especially poignant now because of the wedding coming up. Of course it is sucky that my family doesn't want to know me, let alone come to my wedding. I'm a good kid, I don't deserve this.
Bi-polar disorder runs in my family as far back as anyone can remember. But no one calls it that. In my family, if you aren't hearing voices, then you are "just fine." Why would someone who's "just fine" need therapy? To get attention of course. The family line is that I only think there's something wrong with me (read: it's all in my head) and I make a big deal out of it to get attention. Couple this with a slew of family members who desperately need therapy and medication and you've got a recipe for utter disaster. In my family, the black sheep are the people who actually got help for themselves instead of wallowing in the family craziness. Me, my uncle Vic, my great uncle Joe, my cousin Victoria, and my Aunt Millie would all appear as scorch marks on the family tree.
I'm not a fan of grief, I imagine no one is. For now though, I'm stuck with it until I can figure out a way to reconcile my abysmal family situation. I have to keep reminding myself that no one in my family is going to suddenly apologize or admit their part in anything (although it's been suggested that I apologize and then would be forgiven--but I'm not about to apologize for my unwillingness to accept abuse. I just won't do it. They are all still pretending that there was no abuse, which makes me more angry than any other part of this) And of course, even if we were all speaking, they would not come to my wedding because they are racist bastards.
It also seems like my customary defenses are abandoning me. I'm not very chatty lately, I have no sarcasm in me, and I don't feel like discussing any current events. People keep asking me if I'm mad at them because I haven't had much to say. Be assured that I'm not mad at anyone I'm not related to, I'm just feeling like...like I'm on my way to a funeral without even the buffet to look forward to, if that makes any sense.
She (my therapist, Julie) doesn't think it's the meds making me so depressed. She thinks it's grief. I'm grieving the loss of my family still, and it's especially poignant now because of the wedding coming up. Of course it is sucky that my family doesn't want to know me, let alone come to my wedding. I'm a good kid, I don't deserve this.
Bi-polar disorder runs in my family as far back as anyone can remember. But no one calls it that. In my family, if you aren't hearing voices, then you are "just fine." Why would someone who's "just fine" need therapy? To get attention of course. The family line is that I only think there's something wrong with me (read: it's all in my head) and I make a big deal out of it to get attention. Couple this with a slew of family members who desperately need therapy and medication and you've got a recipe for utter disaster. In my family, the black sheep are the people who actually got help for themselves instead of wallowing in the family craziness. Me, my uncle Vic, my great uncle Joe, my cousin Victoria, and my Aunt Millie would all appear as scorch marks on the family tree.
I'm not a fan of grief, I imagine no one is. For now though, I'm stuck with it until I can figure out a way to reconcile my abysmal family situation. I have to keep reminding myself that no one in my family is going to suddenly apologize or admit their part in anything (although it's been suggested that I apologize and then would be forgiven--but I'm not about to apologize for my unwillingness to accept abuse. I just won't do it. They are all still pretending that there was no abuse, which makes me more angry than any other part of this) And of course, even if we were all speaking, they would not come to my wedding because they are racist bastards.
It also seems like my customary defenses are abandoning me. I'm not very chatty lately, I have no sarcasm in me, and I don't feel like discussing any current events. People keep asking me if I'm mad at them because I haven't had much to say. Be assured that I'm not mad at anyone I'm not related to, I'm just feeling like...like I'm on my way to a funeral without even the buffet to look forward to, if that makes any sense.

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It's beyond difficult. Grrr argh.
::sends good thoughts::
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Awesome icon, BTW.
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I was rather surprised to learn that depression is much uglier than grief, which while sad, also has a positive side.
Your grief seems to lack that positive side--that's just sucky and unfair.
I wish you the best in sorting all that stuff out.
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Happily I have tons of friends in real life and online who are happy to step in with support. And that means an awful lot.
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But you know what I say about that ~ tough shit, that's their problem, not mine.
*LOVES*!!!!
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My family is only like, an hour's drive from me, but it might was well be another planet.
Thanks for the support.
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And the ironic part to my lil blip up there....his family lives about 30-45 minutes away from us, but they were there. I love my in-laws.
*More LOVES*!! =)
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Your friends become your family and it's the best family because you've chosen to be with them. I have no family here in Arizona, no blood family anyways. However, I have a big family here in Arizona that is composed of some of the most wonderful people I have ever met.
Focus on the goodness of your friends (new family) and hopefully that will help you with the grief you are feeling of finally realizing that your blood family is so screwed up that they are missing out on being around a very lovely young lady.
Congrats on the wedding.
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Sometimes though, it's hard to stay focused on what's really important. And I sometimes feel like H's family will think it's f'd up that my family couldn't be bothered to attend the wedding. They are a cool bunch though, so I'm probably worrying over nothing.
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So, it's NORMAL how you're feeling. It's good you're trying to both deal with and work through the grief. Just don't add another layer by feeling bad about feeling bad! (I know it's hard not to.)
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Thanks, man.
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Thanks for the well wishes. It's nice to see how many people are happy for us.