Hi friends,
First of all, I am once again feeling ever so grateful to have this space. I recently moved back to my home state. My mom is here(though I still havent visited her, it is in the works). But I also have many friends whom I deeply care for but they knew the old me, the pre-therapy me who was a loyal subject to her mother and the mother was adored and loved by all thanks to her high functioning bpd.
Now I find myself making a case before "judges" I begin sharing memories but deep down I dont want to. Some are very personal. And then their response is "oh yea your mom has been through a lot" it hits me hard in the chest. I am longing for their understanding but also am aware that they wont ever fully "get it".. Many have loving family relationships so what I went through is unfathomable.
At the same time, I am practicing holding on to some memories that remind me horrible things did happens so I dont swing back to my mother's insane narrative that she is the hero of my life and I am nothing without her. I feel so much like Alice in the wonderland. I am done with that strange world with unreaasonable rules and I am certainly done with my queen mother whose first response to anything displeasing is "Off with their heads!"
Help me please. Have anyone else experienced this? It is so isolating to not feel understood. How do you deal with it?
Once again, grateful for you all
