Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Tuesday, 29 March 2022

#BlogLife240 - Mama and me on repeat...

I don't know how many times I can have the same conversation and not get annoyed. Why am I expected to sacrifice my safety? What the hell do you expect me to say?

It's Mother's Day weekend and I thought as I am not with her I'll order dinner for her and she won't have to cook today. I was gonna order more stuff but she hates everything I buy so it feels like a waste of money now.

I have no earthly problem doing that, it was my idea but then she brings up. Oh now I've moved and there's more room, you can stay in one of the rooms and your sibling will be in the other room.

Why on earth is she expecting me to say....Yes yes that's reasonable. She says the same garbage each time. Oh he's changed, they both have, like f they have!

As soon as they don't get their own way or something takes a while.... It's shouting and cussing and just the air of violence washing over the entire building.

Why would I want to be around that, yet again?? I told her, she doesn't see it and wasn't always around for it and she says, she understands but she bloody doesn't.

Why else would she ask me the same f'ing question??? It doesn't take much to set them off. One wrong look, question, topic, anything!!

I've had enough of being afraid around my so-called family. When is it going to get through? These fears blurred out into the world.

Most things scared me to death and still do. I have the right to some peace of mind. It's not something that can be brushed under the carpet.

I know she wishes I would get over my hatred of them but it's not going to happen. Either one day, they'll snap or I will. As this has been building since childhood.

I would bet money, she has never ever sat them down and said.. Look you made your sister's life miserable. She has a fear of men now, that you've done to her.

She is petrified to be in the same room as you. Get some f'ing counselling and fix yourselves!!!!

But no, there'll be none of that. She'll expect me to be panicky, nervous and on edge. Screw that!

She really is an expert at driving the wedge deeper between us. Congratulations, mission accomplished.

Why don't people respect my damn boundaries??!!!! It's hard enough to speak up and admit them out loud and yet they're still ignored relentlessly.

Talking to a brick wall irritates me and the fact she is putting it all on me, disgusts me!! It's like saying my concerns aren't valid and I'm just being hysterical to seek attention.

To grow up seeing hatred and embarrassment in someone's eyes when they look at you every day is a lot.

To then be chased around the house and be threatened is too much.

To live each day pleading with myself to be likeable was impossible.

How I wished that I was good company to have around. I seemed to look the wrong way, say the worst thing and do the opposite of what was expected.

Do you know how long it took me to be okay with myself??? To live and breathe and not want to jump off a cliff?

Every time she says just come and hang out. It's a knife through the heart.

When I was living at home. I had to endure the verbal abuse. It was daily and never ended. Now I am living independently, I have a choice.

I pick me! Although my wants and needs were never taken seriously. I'm determined not to blindly go into anymore dangerous situations.

No more, not even for you mama. Enough is enough! Take the hint and stop asking me to do the impossible, consider how it makes me feel.

You can dismiss it, although deep down you're still fearful of them also, why else would you let them walk all over you like a doormat??

Say goodbye to getting your own way and manipulating me. I'm not falling for the guilt trips this time or the next.

Why don't I stand up to them you ask? I do, once but then it happens again. 

The menacing looks, the venom. I'm just not strong enough. My voice cracks, my breath stills and I'm just frozen in time.

Yes I am weak and a coward. I admit that. But I'm also still alive and now I have the guts to say.....

NO!!!

Thursday, 26 August 2021

#BlogLife125 - Dear bully 4/The silent onlooker.. (fictionish) *Mature audiences only*

I put my hand up. Can I say something?

Who said you could look at me, let alone speak? Be quiet until I acknowledge your existence.

I really think I could help. I know things. Maybe you didn't realise th-

*Walks towards me* I cannot physically kill you but I wish you were dead. 

You are pointless and I will remind you every day that whatever you think and feel and realise will make you even more useless and imbecilic to not only me but everyone else and yourself.

*I fold my arms angrily* You're wrong! I have significance in this world and my contributions are worthwhile.

You probably didn't hear me so I will repeat myself. You possess no importance at all. 

When we are outside, stay away from me and do not let anyone know we are related in any shape or form.

*Applauds softly* Thank you, finally you said something we can agree on. 

I now despise you as much as you hate me. I would never wish you on anyone and hope you expire alone!

You are part of the reason for my fear of men and people. You made it so that I couldn't speak. 

Everything was internal. I looked but I didn't dare talk.

I wasn't allowed to discover life or who I was. I just had to curse myself for being born into this life of dread.

Don't speak

Don't smile

Don't be happy

Don't be sure of yourself

Don't engage

Don't let your guard down

Run away

Find safety

Find help

Resign yourself to being around atrocities

Keep trying to exit gracefully, it has to eventually work..... If the pills don't do it, the knife will. If that isn't successful, starvation will.

People try to make friends with me but I can't speak. I don't know how to communicate.

Part of me thinks that I wish you had murdered me, the way you annihilated my soul. I mean that would have been over and done with.

But instead each day was verbal torture. People kept asking if I was being abused at home but it wasn't physical, so that was acceptable?!

That's normal? Being verbally abused every day is routine, right? Is it something to shrug off and deal with? 

Except I couldn't. So here is my voice. Here are my actions and words and answers.

I wish you were permanently gone so I never have to hear your name again or that you had suffered the same fate you put me through. 

Hate doesn't begin to cover it all. You made my life full of danger.

You bashed in all my belief in myself.

You struck me psychologically with the words..... *SHUT UP* at every interval in which I attempted some form of expression.

You hunted me for sport and made me think I would be beaten up regularly.

You hammered in the same phrases. Your efforts are for nothing and I will turn everyone against you.

Outside you smiled, were well mannered and joked around. 

People always remarked, wow, what a wonderful person, you are so lucky to have him around.

He isn't here? Awww I miss him. How is he doing?

This is what I wanted to say. You are all gullible idiots who are falling for his act. 

Yet me, who is trying my best to fit and be one of you lot is outcast as intolerable.

The reason why?? I have zero conviction in myself. I can't share, I can't let you in and be normal. 

I can't be smiley and carefree because I live at home with destruction.

I loathe him and all of you for not seeing behind his mask of duplicity. You see what you want to see. Hear what you prefer too.

This is why I disappeared. If you can't tell the difference between fake and genuine and that I am the wholesome party, then you are as dead to me as he is.

Anything else is just gossip for everyone to laugh at. The rage and disgust I feel for you is limitless. 

My life was locking myself in my room and sobbing, that was it and wanting to not be here or anywhere.

Do you get it yet? Do you comprehend now why I have to be safe at all times? 

Why I can never give out my address? Why I could never again go back to being hounded like prey??

I have had enough emotional kicks and being stomped on. Yet it never goes away. 

It lives and breathes in my mind. That is what pernicious does, it lingers.....

It should fade but it just get's stronger because I was never seen, the real me was never sought out and loved. 

I continue to search for her...

Tuesday, 14 July 2020

Blending into obscurity (fiction)

I fidgeted uncomfortably shifting my weight from side to side to find one decent adequate position in the hospital waiting room as I waited for my cab to pull up so I could escape the hell of my painful captivity. 

My frailty was no longer carefully masked away it was out on the surface for the world to see. The layers of my strength had peeled away. 

This time the tears didn't merely trickle down my face they poured forth like an uncontrollable wave. I pushed myself up with difficulty, my legs shaking with the crutches. 

I leaned against the wall and pretended I was invisible like so many times before. If noone can see me, noone can hurt me and they could not detect my vulnerabilities to exploit as so often they had done before. Time and time again.

The porter wheeled me out to the cab my face still dewy from my sobbing. Every motion was agony and the ride jostled and bumped me as the driver sped faster and faster as though I was an insignificant bundle. 

Unlike it was expected I didn't head home where it was planned that I recuperate. I escaped. I struggled to step out of the taxi with every part of me shaking in protest that I wasn't back in a bed resting. 

I headed into the woods with the leaves and twigs crunching under my footsteps. Minutes passed by and my breathing got heavier. 

I looked around and there was a deafening silence here. I nodded to myself acknowledging this spot, dropped to my knees and screamed as loud and hard as I could over and over, letting all my fear, pain, anger, sorrow and frustrations out.

I became hoarse and couldn't catch my breath. My throat burned with the force of my cries. I was so scared of everything, scared of going home, scared of being hurt again, scared of snapping but the one thing I was never afraid of was being alone.

I am never going to be like you. I am not super smart. I am not ruled by material possessions. I don't need to be liked. I don't need to have a million friends. 

I don't need drugs, alcohol or superiority to be accepted. I don't need to intimidate to have people like me. 

I don't need to make someone feel constantly worthless so much so that they spend their lives wondering, what did I ever do to deserve all your hatred?

Isn't it enough that I despised myself? I couldn't be confident. I didn't have it in me. I didn't deserve the nightmare you put me through. 

I was too afraid to defend myself and then I hate to admit it but it all broke me. I closed my eyes and exhaustion took over my body. 

I curled up into a ball and slept. A barrage of images flooded my brain bringing it all back until I began screaming again and woke myself up. I wept until there was no air left in my body.

Sunday, 5 February 2017

Getting closer to completion

I've been thinking about my book a lot lately and feeling troubled by it and now I finally know the reason behind the stress. 

I'm hesitant about finishing it because I'm petrified about how it will turn out. I poured so much time and energy into it and what if it's a disappointment?

I've just written a mock up of the ending and had a brainwave about how to properly finish it. I don't want it to be stereotypical and predictable so i came up with a few ideas on how to mix it up.

I'm actually tempted to try and write backwards from now on because it seems to be coming to me easier than trying to figure out where it goes from here. 

I know what leads to the end and the actual final chapter but not how it all ties in together.

It was really satisfying to write the last chapter and I even made a slight change as to how I saw it playing out but I do love it. I can't wait until it's finally over. 

I want to go back to being a normal person who isn't rewriting dialogue of whatever I'm watching or reading.

I'm now worried about how easy it was to finish it, shouldn't it have taken longer, shouldn't it be more detailed? 

At the moment there is more to her character that I haven't delved into so I suppose when the book ends I will see potential for a sequel but that is something for the backburner I need a break from these characters.