In my 29 years, I have had 4 best friends, one of whom I haven't completely hurt to the degree of others. 30 regular friends who've come and go. My classmates that have still held an interest in me and my adopted family spread out through a few states. One of the questions that always hits my mind, and it comes up often, Why do I hurt the ones that mean the most to me? A friend suggested that it's a fear/ withdrawl kind of thing that I do to protect them or myself....that thought has crossed my mind recently as well. As I sit here and look further into my life from the past oh let's say 13-14 years I'm stuck wondering why I am still on this earth, I should have been a statistic by the time I was 17. The years have been kind but I still have a problem dealing with guilt, things I've done both past and present. One other current question is if things are working out with others, why do I still feel numb? Is my depression to the degree that I could be "medicated" or should I go the extra mile and commit myself to be a better person or to get the "help" from professionals that I may need? Am I a danger to myself? Should I worry that my feelings may progress and finally make me a statistic? I never fully recovered from postpardum depression after I had my son. While married to him(my ex) I was formally diagnosed with Bi-Polar depression. My psychologist was speculating that it may have likely started while I was still in high school. She was never truely sure. Considering that I have been through a rough relationship that took me through different stages of mental and physical abuse. My ex and I had been Intimate when I was 16 years old. Could I then be considered a groomed product of a child molester that has expressed interest after I left him toward other women that are 7 years or more younger then him? Heck one of the rumors after we had seperated is that he was chasing an 17-18 year old........but who's really sure it was considered a rumor at best. I love who I'm with, My fiancée make me happy beyond compare, I have one of the most wonderful kids that any parent could ask for, even with him hitting the terrible two's.
Why do I still feel like the bad guy?
Why does my mind still feel numb when I think about the past?
Why am I still here?
Questions, questions, questions....this is my life