My secret..........
I always used writing as a way to express myself when I had no one to talk to. I did a lot of writing as a teen because those were some very critical times in my life and I'm shocked that I made it.No one truly knows me, they just know bits and pieces that I have shared over the years and I guess they are ok with the results.
I am the person everyone calls when they are in need of something or their going through. I've been called the "Calm in the midst of the storm". It's amazing that I am viewed as such based on the struggles I face day to day.
When you see me I am always laughing and joking,truth is that's all I know to do.I smile so much till it literally hurts because If I don't,I will break into a million little pieces. Not a day goes by that I don't think about leaving my life, funny thing is I am surrounded by people who say they love me and that they would do anything for me, yet they can not save me from myself.
In May of 2010 I was diagnosed with severe depression.Crazy thing was for two years the doctors were saying to me that I was depressed and I was in denial. Yes I had alot on my plate but I thought that I was handling it well. I was working myself into an early grave by taking on everyone's life and neglecting my own. I put on my Wonder Woman outfit and I jumped into action trying to save those in my world.
No one seemed to notice that I became lost until I was unreachable. I spent two and a half years sedated. I just went through life not really feeling anything.I would go to my significant other and attempt to tell him how I felt, and he would yell and complain about not having anytime to himself. I would call my mother and she would rant and rave about all the imperfections that were going on in her world.
I felt myself spiral into a place that I knew I didn't need to be, but it welcomed me in.
I was fed up with life. I was sick and I didn't know why. Everyone who ever needed me seemed to just get up and go when I could no longer be of service. I woke up one day alone. Everyone went on with their life and left me behind.
Sylvester came home from work one day and I asked him if I could talk to him, he said hurry up cause I'm tired and I want to lay down. I started to tell him how I felt the walls closing in on me and how I was afraid I wasn't going to make it and as I started to cry, he got up and said, " you keep letting this stuff bother you, you can't worry about other people,you see I don't".He then proceeded to tell me how tired he was and how all he wanted to do was come home to a quiet house and be left alone.
I didn't tell him that I felt I was on my way out of here.I kept that to myself like I did everything else.
A few weeks later I was talking on the phone and I felt fine. I got up and went to the bathroom to pee and all hell broke loose.I couldn't function. My cycle was on and I didn't realize I was bleeding so heavy. I messed up my clothes and at that moment,I became a four year old.Something traumatic happened to me at the age of four and seeing the blood did something to me.Here I was a grown woman standing in just a shirt and some panties and I couldn't function! Nothing I said made sense and I kept repeating over and over I'm in trouble.
I didn't know what to do but I remember pressing a button and my mom answered. "mommie I'm in trouble and I'm scared'. My mom called Sylvester and he said "I'll be home in a little bit". Thirty minutes later I was still standing there in the same spot, my aunt held my hand,my mother stayed on the phone,and I went though it. Sylvester came home and the four year old was still there. He said "if you don't snap out of it, I'm going to put your ass in a nursing home and let them deal with it!"
I cried cause I couldn't believe he would be that mean to me. When I first found out I was sick and they said there was nothing they could do for me,I told him to leave,but he wanted to stay. Looking back at it,he was more damage then he was good. My mother was about to shakes from telling him off after what she heard him say,but she said nothing.
The four year old came around several times after that.That's when I was diagnosis with having some type of seizure. To much pressure and fluid was the cause. The medication they used was so heavy that I just sat and stared,or slept.Funny thing was I would still get up and cook and take care of my family,yet no one was taking care of me.
I was afraid to take my medicine,afraid to go to sleep,and afraid to live. That is a miserable feeling. Then one day I did the only thing I knew how to do, I gave it to GOD. In that period of time he sent people into my life that gave me hope that things would be better.
I prayed for a change and it was given to me.A man entered my life and reminded me of who I was,and encourages me to be the best me I can be.
Every now and again I get overwhelmed and I feel undeserving of the happiness he brings to my life, but when you are always giving it's kind of hard to receive.
I still battle depression but it's not as bad as it once was. It's an everyday battle, but I'm not alone. I have someone I can say I need you, and their there.