But also now with the knowledge of where and when my depression and anxiety began after it was told to me by my "loving " mother who wrote to me recently to say it was while carrying me when pregnant she was depressed herself , she was angry and bitter at my father for making her pregnant again (after the loss of the baby that was born before I was ).
She hated the thought of having me and didnt ant this baby , me.
All these years and she tells me this
I still have not reacted to this Due to other major issues like finding a new home so I can begin to start to work on my physical well being that is in a terrible state today.
I am finding Happy Birthday wishes in my facebook pages already and didnt want to react to these kind wishes, but forced myself to respond by saying OK.
I am no longer a quater of the man I once was, happy, vibrant, the laugh of the party, outgoing, travelling the world, loving the life I had finally found for myself after coming out as a gay man.
Instead being this particular day this letter from my mother seems ot overtaken my mind tonight and my thoughts.
And instead of feeling anything but numb about being born I am thinking why was I born at all .
Is this normal ?
I dont think so.
I am full of anxiety , I remain distressed daily if not several times a day, I rmeain fighting and searching for the answers to finding a roof for myself and my loving friend and carer before we are evicrted.
Life today is overwhelming and I am trying to think of something posative to say being the day I was born.
But even in trying to find some good to say, I feel like I am speechless.
And I dont want to wake up in the morning to hear Happy Birthday said to me.
I question what is a Happy Birthday today.
I have no one to go out and have a drink with, no moeny to do something nice.
I am wanting to think of something thats good and posative in my life right now
But I am left on empty with fatigue with infection that keeping me and making me really unwell, with the real possibility of needing to be admitted back into hospital for introvenious drug therapy.
I do not hate anyone, I do not hate my mum, I spent 8 years not talking to her it was only recently we began to talk again on the phone and this gave her the opportunity to tell me she didnt want me ever.
Life is so complicated and for me depressing .
Looking for something called hope and answers , not advice I have that coming out of my ears.
I am in contact with 23 different organizations who are all marvelous at giving advice and recomending more outside parties and even many of the same ones I have spoken too.
I hope I gen get through JUne 11 sane.
PJ