I was born to a young mother, I never knew her, my grandfather did want a ******* child so I was more or less given away, I was taken in by another family, who beat the shit out of me, they starved me locked me in a closet for days on end with no food or water, the father started to molest me he would wear a clown mask to torment me while he was doing everything that one can do to hurt a child, when I turned 12 he raped me, I was removed from the home several times and placed with another family, who adopted me, but I would go back to visit "my brothers and sisters" I would stay for a few days to weeks and was treated like a dog. My adopted parents, the father was strick and controlling, emotional abuse, mental abuse. When I was in my 20s I met a man and at first he treated me nice and was loving, he then changed, he, I found out later, was a narcissist,the abuse was bad, things had to be lined up in the cabinests and cupboards, lables all facing the same way, towels lined up, things in their place, if I didn't have dinner on the table when he walked through the door I was slapped around, he told me what to wear, how to do my hair, I had to tell him where I was going, who I was with, I had to check in with him, one night after he beat the hell out of me, I ran to a friend who took me in and I got away, I got stronger and lived on my own, until I met someone else, we got married, he too, was an abuser, yelling and screaming and slapping me across the face, making comments about my looks, I came home one day from work and caught him in bed with my best friend, I packed up a few things, left a note for him to get his things and get the hell out, I went to my friends house, I filed for divorce, by this time, my soon to be ex went back to the UK, where he was orginally from, and I kept asking him to sign the divorce papers, he refused to do so, it took six years of me begging and pleading for him to let me go, by this time I had met my now husband online and was wanting to be with him, but my ex wouldn't sign the papers, I came out of work one night after closing up and I was waiting for a ride, a man got out of a car came to me and hit me with something, he proceeded to beat the hell out of me, my ex had hired him to beat me up, and kill me if possible because I wanted a divorce, I later found out I didn't need my ex to sign the papers, the judge granted the divorce on grounds of abandonment, I had my first panic attack at year after I married my current husband, went to threapy and am going to therapy, I was diganosed with Major Depressive Disorder, this is the type where you cannot get out of bed most days and have depression for weeks at a time, OCD, borderline bipolar disorder, PTSD, anxiety, Panic attacks, agoraphobia, (I can't leave the house most days and when I do I have a panic attack), DID (dissocative Identy Disorder), I am now in a safe place, married to a wonderful man, I do struggle everyday and am working on my issues,
There are times I get so tired of being the way I am, missing out on so much struggling, my adopted father, I had to cut him out of my life, and I haven't talked to him in two years, haven't seen them in eight, two weeks ago I just couldn't handle it anymore and I tired to kill myself, I had stopped taking my meds, but I kept getting them when prescribed, as my psych doesnt know, I took a bunch of the pills and was ready to go , I started to take more and my cat, who, I posted and showed a picture of in the crazy cat thread, or something like that, knocked the pills out of my hand and kept nudging me and meowing, he never meows only when he wants his treats in the morning, he went from my room to my husband's we sleep in seperate rooms as he snores and moves around and I am a night owl staying up all hours, he kept meowing and going back and forth, finally my husband decided to come to see what was going on and found me, I am thankful I am here and I have a long road but I am getting stronger each day, I did it before, climbing up out of my pit of darkness, I can do it again. I am not telling my story to get pity or attention, I just want people to see that no matter how bad it gets, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, yes two weeks ago I did give up, we all reach that low point, and it can be a scary place, but what I was going to do , wouldn't have solved anything, it would have caused a lot more pain and hurt for those I would have left behind, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. If you read to the end, thank you. Hugs and love to you all.