Holiday season, birthday season…it all happens now. My youngest sons birthday is in a week. Then Christmas. Then my older sons birthday a month after that.
Being a mom has made me realize just how much I missed out on growing up. I was never loved, I was never taken care of…no one was ever too concerned with or about me.
The amount of tears, hours, and money that I put into my kids, making damn well sure they’re taken care of, and have absolutely no choice but to feel how much I love them…
Honestly, I’m probably doing something wrong. I’m sure I’m overcompensating. Or maybe I’m not. I honestly don’t even know.
I put everything into those that I love. My kids, my husband, my kids therapists, my therapist…I put in more than I have to give. And I want to. I feel like I need to. Because they all play a role in my life. And anyone who plays a role in my life deserves that recognition.
It’s important to me that those in my life that play a large role know that they’re appreciated.
I put so much into this stupid holiday season every year.
And every year I’m left wondering if anyone has ever put in any kind of effort for me. My parents tried…I think they tried. But I can certainly say I never felt loved by them.
I live my whole life searching for love, for acceptance…for fucking anything positive.
I take care of everyone, but what I want is to be taken care of.
My life is spent trying to nurture, love, accept…I do everything for everyone. And I want to. It makes me happy to give others a part of me that I never received.
But I wish I had that too…that feeling of being loved, taken care of. It’s a part that I’m missing, that I desperately need.
It’s no ones job to take care of me, or worry about me, or love me…
But I wish it was.
It must feel good…
To be taken care of.
To feel loved……to feel safe.
I wish I knew that feeling.
But at least my kids do. And I guess that’s all that matters.
I’ve just done a course in depression and one of the amazing things I learned which I see you do is that anyone with persistent severe depression where there’s barely any fluctuation in mood always has some albeit small. That’s what you’ve just described – a small upward fluctuation when you talk about the satisfaction you get when giving yourself to your children. That’s so amazing don’t you think? What you’re doing is almost charting yourself a way out of your low feelings each time you write. That’s awe inspiring that. I hope others can read your work and that will give you confidence to know you’re ok?
That’s a good way of putting it, I hadn’t considered that. Thank you 💙
Yes practice makes perfect – if you don’t use it you lose it I say so keep doing this as it’s good for you!! x
Your kids are lucky to have you.
Thank you 💙
I wish I felt that way more often.
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