So when I write these blogs, I do a lot of self reflection. I think the blogs I write on mental illness are therapeutic, things start dawning on me. It comes together like a + b = c, and then here comes the spiral of depression. So yes, I’m back in therapy. I get really down on myself because I feel like because of my anxiety and OCD I let people down basically. And that’s pretty much what I’m going to write about today – the poor people who had to deal with my mental illness. Sadly mental illness doesn’t just affect you, it affects those around you, too.
So lately I have been doing a favor for those who have had to deal with my mental illness from my past. I have been setting them free. Especially those that I feel don’t get it or have suffered from my mental illness.
In my early adult years, I guess I was a bit clingy. I didn’t have many friends, and I would try to find a way to stay friends with my old friends even though a lot of time it wasn’t a two way street. I was always putting forth the effort to keep them in my life when I should’ve been letting them go.
My childhood friend was the closest friend I ever had and that was one of the hardest breakups for me. She started pushing me away as we got closer to our high school years which does tend to happen to a lot of people. She was pretty much the only friend I had, and I couldn’t lose her so I tried hold onto our friendship instead of just letting her go. I was upset with her. How dare she be so cruel!! But now that I look back, I understand, and don’t blame her. She had tried to include me with her new friends, but I was too weird, too quiet. Why would she want to give up on these cool normal people and just hang with me? I should of let her go a long time ago. I did learn from this that friendship is a two way street. If the other person isn’t participating, then cut ’em loose.
The people that got it the worst though was my family. My poor mom having to deal with my “psycho” on a daily basis. My OCD continuously asking her questions until it felt exactly right and the types of questions. How did she put up with me? I know a mother’s love, but still… Then my sister got to see it all play out, and she got some of the brunt, too. She had me live with her my senior year. I should’ve never done that. That was a huge mistake.
If I had to do it all over again, I would’ve stayed in South Carolina, and attended University of South Carolina – Aiken, and just stayed away from my family. Gave them the break they deserved.
My sister, I tried to cling onto her, too. I always looked up to her and wanted to be like her. I always wanted to be close, but why would she want a sister like me? She deserved better. She deserved a sister like herself. Why would you want a sister who has OCD, anxiety, social anxiety, and who is just all around awkward? Actually, my friend would’ve been a good sister to her. That is the kind of sister she deserved. My sister was perfect and I was the black sheep.
I should’ve set her free a long time ago, too. But I always tried to cling to her. I was the one always trying to call her, always trying to reach out to her. She never really reached out to me. She was busy with her life, and her family. She kept me at arm’s length and told me it was too far to come visit me. I always went to her house to hang out and see my nieces. Again, it was feeling like a one way street.
So now I have finally given her her space. If she wants to be a part of my life I will always be here, but I’m not going to be the one who always makes the effort. I’m done with that.
Then there is Chris. He accepts me flaws and all. He meant our vows on our wedding day. For better or for worse. We are both pretty messed up so maybe that’s the reason why we found each other. I think my parents thought I would find some well off Christian man who would take care of me. But honestly, I don’t think there are too many men out there that would want a woman like me. Maybe Chris wasn’t who they had in mind, but he was what I needed. I became strong and learned to take care of myself. That is what I really needed. I can tell Chris the most off the wall stuff, and he can take it. I’m glad I have someone for the long haul. And I definitely can’t judge him for any flaws especially since he has to deal with mine.
Isn’t it weird how sometimes you are closer to your friends than you are your family? How your friends get you, but you family doesn’t? Well like they say you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family.