I will be removing the ability to have anonymous comments left. It feels to me that if I put my life out there for everyone to see and you have something to say about it, you can have the ovaries to leave your name. I don't hold back. And perhaps you haven't read past posts. Perhaps you are commenting on just ONE post in my life. This comment was left on my last post:
Perhaps if you focused on your husband and beautiful baby your life would be simpler. If nothing else your child deserves this and ad his mother you owe it to him. Just my opinion not that you ask for it.I'm not sure why I feel the need to respond to it except that it made me incredibly angry. It felt like it came from a position of NOT knowing the history, the past, WHO I AM.
My "lifestyle", polyamory, does not affect my son. He loves the other people in my life. He is being raised by a village. And when my husband was out of state, they were indispensible to me. The treatement I am going through, my time in the hospital, being a guinea pig for all these fucking medicines, fighting with welfare, medicaid - ALL OF IT is so that I CAN be the mom my son deserves.
I am focused on nothing but my family. My family definition just happens to be different than others. Denying a large part of who I am to focus only on Hubby and P would be anything but simple. It would drive me over the edge.
When I OD'd, I didn't take pills that would kill me. I took pills that would let me escape the thoughts in my head telling me that my son, my husband are better off without me. And it was a cry for help. And I got it. I had already been doing some treatment, but obviously IT WASN'T WORKING. The thought of my son growing up either without me or with a mother who is severely unstable is what drives me. That can't be. I'm so grateful that he is too young to really notice the mood swings. He notices my absences, my distancing myself sometimes, but these are times he won't remember. Thank Gaia for that!
Everything I do now is to fight for my family, fight for ME because if I can't function, I'm no good to them. It's not selfish, it's self care. Is it better for me to stay home glued to the couch crying all day and not interacting with my very active son or better that I'm doing things that help stabilize me so I CAN play with him, show him how the world works, let him explore and discover and be a happy child? I'm going with the latter option.
All I want is to feel healthy for my family, to no longer be a burden, to help our family continue to grow. And everything I do is geared toward that even if it doesn't seem like it.
So step into my shoes. Fuck that, step into my HEAD, and then write what you wrote again. Nothing is black and white. There are many shades of grey.