For awhile now I've had a lot of things weighing down on me. I touched on it a tad in the shoutbox and was told I was being selfish for not going to my friends about it, but if you know me you will always know I'm not the type of person to burden my friends with all my problems and I usually always keep everything to myself. I'm not trying to be selfish or offend anybody at all, it's just that I don't like to express my feelings a lot because of some things that had happened to me in the past, but I suppose I can try one more time and hope this doesn't backfire on me.
Basically it's like this. Not long ago, I had a falling out with some friends. It got really bad. Like to the point of where they were completely ignoring me or talking about me behind my back and in so many words, saying what a horrible person I was. I was already overwhelmed with a lot of stress in my home life like financial and marital problems (that are quite personal and I really don't want to get into them), medical problems and such. I suffer from epilepsy and stress is a massive trigger for me. When I become overwhelmed by stress and upset, I have seizures. I had a pretty bad one, fell and hit my head on a metal filing cabinet and was rushed to the hospital that day. For awhile they couldn't bring me out of the seizure. I just kept having it until I was told they sedated me which eventually helped bring me out of it. I eventually woke up (which I don't remember anything except after I woke up...this is only what hubby has told me) and ended up going home late that night/early that morning with a concussion and that was it. I got very lucky. Perhaps too lucky, who knows really.
After all that, I ended up losing a very dear friend (who shall remain nameless), somebody I'd been very close to for a long time. I regarded her as a sister figure and loved her dearly. I also cared deeply for her family and their well-being. She just up and stopped talking to me. To this day, I still have no idea why. I pleaded with her to please tell me why and she repeatedly told me she wouldn't elaborate. So, I stopped bothering her. Last month, she told me she wanted to end the friendship. To this day, I still don't understand or even know why. It hurt a lot and still really hurts, but I suppose that's not important to her since she won't speak to me. I even poured my heart out to her and she still disregarded me. So, that's one thing that's constantly weighing on me, but I try to just ignore and brush it off. It's done and over with, why dwell? But I won't lie, it does still hurt.
Another one is that my husband and I had our bank account hacked into and they stole over $1000 of our money, leaving us really in the hole because bills were coming out of the account and then we were charged overdraft fees. It put us about -$500 in the hole. It really took a toll on us. We couldn't pay bills, we barely had food to eat, we could barely even do Christmas for our son, Logan and we weren't able to do Christmas for each other at all which I know really brought my husband down. We had no money to put gas in our car for him to get back and forth to work, so he had to carpool with his best friend and rely on my stepdad to drive him there on the days that his best friend didn't work. When it was all said and done, we ended up being almost -$600 in the hole. He got paid, most of his check covered all those overdraft and late charges leaving us with maybe a little over $200 if we got lucky. He gets paid every other week, so we were going for 2 weeks at a time trying to figure out how to pay bills and survive on what little money we had. So you have that. Victims of fraud and identity theft is never a fun trip.
The next one is probably the biggest blow of this year. A couple of weeks ago Dave and I found out that I was pregnant. We were gonna have another new little edition to the family. With as exciting of news it was, I had been warned by three different gynos that it's highly probable with all the problems I have medically in regards to my inner female organs I wouldn't be able to carry another child, but that it was not necessarily impossible to either considering I was able to carry Logan to full term. It was truly exciting to know I was pregnant and gonna have another baby, but that constant thought sat with me in the back of my mind. A little over a week after I found out, we lost the baby.
I want another baby so very very badly and this is the 2nd miscarriage I've had. With all the trauma from Logan's birth, it's likely I won't be able to carry another baby to term, and it just is absolutely killing me. I usually hide my feelings and don't let it be known, but it really hurts. It feels like somebody just keeps repeatedly stuffing their hand through my chest and ripping my heart out. I'm not sure how else to really explain the type of pain this puts me through. It makes me feel like less of a woman because I can't carry a baby. It makes me feel like I won't be able to give my husband the daughter he wants and that I'm useless when it comes to being able to carry his child. I don't know...it's so hard to explain what it feels like because there's really no explanation as to what this truly feels like. You'd have to go through what I have to truly understand. I'm not sure how else to help you understand.
And the last one, well it probably sounds rather silly, but my pet parakeet, Kiki, of 3 years died today. Just adding that on top of the loss of my baby is just really really affecting me. I was quite attached to her and I'm just really...I dunno...heartbroken I guess? I don't know. I feel like I've lost what it feels like to be truly happy and I'm not sure how to get that feeling back. So...there you go. That's what all is wrong. That is what all is constantly weighing down on me like a ton of bricks. You probably sit there, shaking your heads and wondering how this much can happen to one person, but I assure it has and I assure you that this has not been easy writing up, nor is it really easy to pour all of it out, but since I was accused of being selfish because I'm not talking to people about my problems (which I still don't understand why me keeping things to myself and not wanting to burden my friends is selfish...but whatever) I figured I'd go ahead and post this. Please understand this isn't something I do. I don't usually ever post things publically like this, I'm not out for attention or anything as such. I guess I just really can't keep this all in anymore and needed somewhere to vent. What better place to do it than where most of my friends are. Sorry for the extremely massive post here. I'm sorry if it's a
but I need to get it out I guess.
Basically it's like this. Not long ago, I had a falling out with some friends. It got really bad. Like to the point of where they were completely ignoring me or talking about me behind my back and in so many words, saying what a horrible person I was. I was already overwhelmed with a lot of stress in my home life like financial and marital problems (that are quite personal and I really don't want to get into them), medical problems and such. I suffer from epilepsy and stress is a massive trigger for me. When I become overwhelmed by stress and upset, I have seizures. I had a pretty bad one, fell and hit my head on a metal filing cabinet and was rushed to the hospital that day. For awhile they couldn't bring me out of the seizure. I just kept having it until I was told they sedated me which eventually helped bring me out of it. I eventually woke up (which I don't remember anything except after I woke up...this is only what hubby has told me) and ended up going home late that night/early that morning with a concussion and that was it. I got very lucky. Perhaps too lucky, who knows really.
After all that, I ended up losing a very dear friend (who shall remain nameless), somebody I'd been very close to for a long time. I regarded her as a sister figure and loved her dearly. I also cared deeply for her family and their well-being. She just up and stopped talking to me. To this day, I still have no idea why. I pleaded with her to please tell me why and she repeatedly told me she wouldn't elaborate. So, I stopped bothering her. Last month, she told me she wanted to end the friendship. To this day, I still don't understand or even know why. It hurt a lot and still really hurts, but I suppose that's not important to her since she won't speak to me. I even poured my heart out to her and she still disregarded me. So, that's one thing that's constantly weighing on me, but I try to just ignore and brush it off. It's done and over with, why dwell? But I won't lie, it does still hurt.
Another one is that my husband and I had our bank account hacked into and they stole over $1000 of our money, leaving us really in the hole because bills were coming out of the account and then we were charged overdraft fees. It put us about -$500 in the hole. It really took a toll on us. We couldn't pay bills, we barely had food to eat, we could barely even do Christmas for our son, Logan and we weren't able to do Christmas for each other at all which I know really brought my husband down. We had no money to put gas in our car for him to get back and forth to work, so he had to carpool with his best friend and rely on my stepdad to drive him there on the days that his best friend didn't work. When it was all said and done, we ended up being almost -$600 in the hole. He got paid, most of his check covered all those overdraft and late charges leaving us with maybe a little over $200 if we got lucky. He gets paid every other week, so we were going for 2 weeks at a time trying to figure out how to pay bills and survive on what little money we had. So you have that. Victims of fraud and identity theft is never a fun trip.
The next one is probably the biggest blow of this year. A couple of weeks ago Dave and I found out that I was pregnant. We were gonna have another new little edition to the family. With as exciting of news it was, I had been warned by three different gynos that it's highly probable with all the problems I have medically in regards to my inner female organs I wouldn't be able to carry another child, but that it was not necessarily impossible to either considering I was able to carry Logan to full term. It was truly exciting to know I was pregnant and gonna have another baby, but that constant thought sat with me in the back of my mind. A little over a week after I found out, we lost the baby.
I want another baby so very very badly and this is the 2nd miscarriage I've had. With all the trauma from Logan's birth, it's likely I won't be able to carry another baby to term, and it just is absolutely killing me. I usually hide my feelings and don't let it be known, but it really hurts. It feels like somebody just keeps repeatedly stuffing their hand through my chest and ripping my heart out. I'm not sure how else to really explain the type of pain this puts me through. It makes me feel like less of a woman because I can't carry a baby. It makes me feel like I won't be able to give my husband the daughter he wants and that I'm useless when it comes to being able to carry his child. I don't know...it's so hard to explain what it feels like because there's really no explanation as to what this truly feels like. You'd have to go through what I have to truly understand. I'm not sure how else to help you understand.
And the last one, well it probably sounds rather silly, but my pet parakeet, Kiki, of 3 years died today. Just adding that on top of the loss of my baby is just really really affecting me. I was quite attached to her and I'm just really...I dunno...heartbroken I guess? I don't know. I feel like I've lost what it feels like to be truly happy and I'm not sure how to get that feeling back. So...there you go. That's what all is wrong. That is what all is constantly weighing down on me like a ton of bricks. You probably sit there, shaking your heads and wondering how this much can happen to one person, but I assure it has and I assure you that this has not been easy writing up, nor is it really easy to pour all of it out, but since I was accused of being selfish because I'm not talking to people about my problems (which I still don't understand why me keeping things to myself and not wanting to burden my friends is selfish...but whatever) I figured I'd go ahead and post this. Please understand this isn't something I do. I don't usually ever post things publically like this, I'm not out for attention or anything as such. I guess I just really can't keep this all in anymore and needed somewhere to vent. What better place to do it than where most of my friends are. Sorry for the extremely massive post here. I'm sorry if it's a
