So, here I am. It's not the new year. But today is a day of new beginnings. You could say I've had something of an epiphany. And maybe I'm being facetious or it's just my own overblown sense of self-importance in using the word, but I had an epiphany that hit me so hard it made me nauseous.
I think everyone would rather not be around me.
Well, that's not really the epiphany itself. That's sort of... the opening statement. It's not an epiphany but it is something that many people may not know about me. I have a daily war with the voice in my mind that tells me that everyone would prefer it if I was gone. Now, I realize that's not a unique trait. I'm no snowflake. But it's there and it's a constant that's wrecked relationships -- friendly, familial, and romantic. I think you hate me, so I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of hurting me.
That said, here's the epiphanic part. I never made the connection, and I don't understand why. I was raised being made to believe that having a father was a privilege that could be revoked at any time. That if I wasn't nice enough or good enough or easy enough to be around that I would be cast off with the ease of a shrug. That I was an accessory. A plaything. A companion that would only be around as long as I remained useful.
You know who made me feel that way?
My father and my stepmother.
You know, that made me nauseous all over again, just typing it out.
But I feel better. Because I made the connection that maybe I'm not as horrible to be around as I think. Or rather, that voice in my head telling me that isn't me at all. This was done to me. And maybe that means I have a fighting chance.
Is this blog gonna be a big downer-fest? Let's hope not. But, I mean, I am starting it because of a gut wrenching realization. Maybe by the time I feel like I can share it, I'll have some good to put here.