Thursday, November 7, 2024

losing their mind

I've spent years... an years. Defending my spot as my kids parent/guardian
I am clear as I can. I did not go out of my way to steal motherhood. Or purposefully mislead
I was honest on a night out his birth mom had. But she left her kid with the father. The same father who previously wondered the streets intoxicated.  Who didn't change his diaper or feed him properly.
I made a judgement call
An it was up to children and family emergency workers to determine if the child was unsafe. Unfortunately he was deemed unsafe with his parents.
I was the only relative who lived outside the home on my own with a stable job.
So when they asked me to care for him I said ok. Because they told me this was temporary.  The mom needed three months of rest an taking care of herself an she'd get him back.
Within one month of me having her kid. She physically assaulted our mom. An got evicted an started using drugs hard-core drugs.
After three months they said let's reevaluate after three more months let her figure stuff out. An instead of that. She destroyed her life. She started using hard-core drugs an started who knows what.. 
After a year went by. The social worker asked me. If I'd consider doing this longer. No other option meaning no other family members could care for him.
No other family members with a job an stable home. I agreed.
After thr year his birth mom signed documents allowing me to permanently care for her kid.
I did not steal him I did not conspire to steal him.
I've spent seven years of my life. Destroying my home an being rehoused.  I left my job. Just to care for him.
With the help of the ceo of the company I work for. I was able to get housing an opportunity to a new job. An seven years later.
The streets are talking. Meaning his parents an any people who listen an to spit bs about me stealing children an preventing them from getting help or proper housing.
I did not steal this kid. I do not have other families children an no I would not consider to do this for any other family members an their kids.
I didn't ask for this.
However
You will not see me faulter. 
I will stand up for this kid. I will love him unconditionally. I will give him the tools to own the world. An I will hug him every day. An tuck him in every night. I will always be there for my family.
An if nothing else about my character is real. What is real is that I've never bailed on this kid. Or my family. 
I'm tired of hearing people say I've done them wrong. I haven't done nothing to no one. I live in my home. I work my job an I go home.
Leave me the F alone.
I am so done. So done with all this slander. All this bs an lies that I've done them wrong. I haven't been no where or stolen nothing.
I live in my bubble. An I care for this kid an that is all I f do.

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

family

So.. for what feels like the first time. I am being put in a category that I don't feel I belong too. My youngest brother asked for my help. But for me instead of jumping at the chance.  I had to contemplate an weigh my options because the ask was large. 
Instead of my brother considering that I had to consider my kid. My life. My loss of what he was asking. Which of course is money 💰.  I didn't respond because I hesitated. I felt angry.
He knew I wasn't going shopping. Wasn't buying anything. Wasn't doing much to take care of me. But of course everything moon an stars for my kid. 
So I felt upset to hear that he was asking for money. And instead he assumed I was ignoring him. An blasted my family including me on FB. An obviously doesn't make me want to help any faster. Because his selfish choices are asking me a single parent to do something I wasn't sure I could do.
Its been bothering me. Because of all people I'll always support my shady family. Even when they never do much to support me when I need a day. When I wanna see a movie. Go for dinner. Go out for one night away from my kid.
For me. I work all day an when I'm done work I'm full time mom which means I do nothing to benefit myself. Take care of myself. .
What difference what it have made if I helped him. It's like we're all if you do this for me I'll do that for u. Instead of hey I wanna spend time with my grandson or nephew. It's never like that. Never consideration for my well being

And the reason I'm writing now is because the person! The one person I strongly believe these people are hurting. Taking advantage of. Or losing out on is my kid. They are losing out on opportunity to be apart of his life. To repeatedly hear that it's his favorite uncle. 
Do you know how much it hurts him. To have him know. I cant bring him over to grandma's house because his favorite uncle doesn't want to acknowledge or talk to me. An therefore the person that hurts or feels that pain is a little kid.
Who basically once. Worshipped the ground his uncle walked on. 
.it makes me upset. It makes me angry. Fine tell me I'm a terrible person.  Never speak to me. Don't care! Don't wall off my kid. That's fuckin selfish
.

Wednesday, May 8, 2024

today.

So... usually I'd take off today an do something for myself but I thought I didn't have one friend I could call to not explain what today was but that I just needed to be elsewhere.

An the other part of it is that I'm working a few different jobs right now. So I couldn't take the day if I wanted too. 

So I went to work an I was able to get So busy I wasn't even able to pay attention to the day. Now that my day of work is complete. My thoughts are about Karma.
Today I found a guy's wallet on the side of the road. An I helped him get it back. An on a complete other note one of my workers lost her jacket an two phones an instead of letting it be she went to search. An got it back.
The most unrealistic circumstances. It's always if it was anyone else. They'd have taken this or that.
But for me. I just couldn't steal from someone. I know what it's like to lose everything. I've had that happen an i just couldn't do that to someone..
An by choosing this. Good things happen as a result. 

It's been a day. A day where I'm feeling the weight the physical weight of the day and altho it's sunny an beautiful i feel exhausted. 

I'm grateful for how far I've come. I'm grateful for the life I'm given.
Someone brought a child to my office an I didn't have that giggly feeling that women or people get around children or babies. I didn't hate the little kid. But I also didn't wanna hold the baby or kiss the baby. It's not who I am. An now I'm a mom. But it wasn't planned. I always stood my ground of the world we live in.

There is so much chaos for any child an how to prepare them for all this chaos. I hope I do well but I'm also prepared to know I'm going to fail. 
Hopefully my kid will learn from his mistakes or at least recognize right and wrong. An know what's good or bad. An that he survives the end of the world. But other than preparing him there isn't more I could do for him. 

Idk. I just had to say. Thank you. Thank you for letting me live. Survive. An move forward. In all the darkness an pain there is light an today is a good day for karma. 


Friday, December 22, 2023

trauma past

I have to say this somewhere...
Which is crappy to do here. But... it's lingering

A week ago... my kid grandpa showed up for the holidays.  An my kid loves him.  Absolutely loves him. 

Every time... 

Every second

Every pain

Every trauma...

Every history I think I've forgotten....rushes back Every time I see him. 

I dont know if my memory is accurate... but what I recall.  Is that my mom cheated on my dad with this guy.
Not to say my dad wasn't out there doing who knows what. I only know what I saw while living with my mom. 

An when my dad died...

This guy got my mom pregnant. 

An while she was pregnant... he neglected us. He refused food to us. Refused to let us speak to our mom. 
An on several occasions got into physical abuse with my mom an my sister. My sister was also eight months pregnant. 
I remember telling my mom I'm hungry. Or we needed food. As he laid hrr up in hrr room an kept the door shut. An my mom wouldn't come. She didn't care.
An there was an occasion not long after my dad died.

From what my memory serves. He found out she was with someone else. An was broken-hearted 
An not long after he ended up dead in the dtes in stall in hotel.
Anyway
This guy...this guy who was with my mom
He would say horrible things to us. He refused to feed us. An he would lock us away from our mom.  An one time.. he said. "Maybe I should go stick a needle in my arm end up like your dad"
An that has stuck with me . 

I've never had to see this man as an adult. An I honestly grew up with so much hate in my heart. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to beat him up.  An when I became an adult. I realized how tiny this guy is. He cannot overpower me. An More so..both my brothers are like 5'10 idk an 210lbs. Their big guys. Who would never let anyone hurt Me

But when we were kids...
When we were kids..  this guy hurt me. He hurt me in scars in my heart that have never healed.

An now 15-20 yrs later.... my kid is calling him grandpa. An I love you grandpa
I'm trying not to kill him.  Trying not to hate him. 

Karma had found him.  An he is disabled to point if he had to go around a block an come back. He would get lost at the corner an who knows what. 
Like seriously disabled. 

So.. for me...

He is still that monster. He is still a target of all my trauma. Apart from the trauma before him.  
I hadn't as far as I remember... seen a man hit a woman until him. An he was violent. He was aggressive.  He was horrible.
An seeing him now..he's tiny. Fragile. An worthless.

But he makes my kid happy..
.so 

I fight thro my urges to smile an say hello. But man it's hard life.

Cause he brings it back like insanity. I hate him.  An cannot ever forgive him for the pain.. Torment.. torture. An neglect he put us thro. 


Tuesday, October 24, 2023

feeling taken advantage of

I feel like this is true for so many... but for me..

I've spent my adult life trying to give back to my community. Give back to my family. 
It super shitty honestly.

Alls they ever saw in my disappearance was that I abandoned them..took off to live a new life in Ontario. When reality was... I had given all I could an was ready to take my life. Because in my mind at that time.. was that I thought this was all my life would ever be. 
Constantly being belittled an tormented by moms new bf. And constantly giving up my young years or teenage years to take care of the family. Blah blah blah.
I didn't wanna run. I didn't wanna go across country.
But once I did.
Once I felt the world. Once I felt free.
I didn't wanna come back ever.

An even as I returned. All the turmoil. All the pain. This family had endured for years without telling me. 
An all the need I had to make up for leaving.
Was just too much.

Haven't I given enough.

My life for these past six years. Unbelievable 
My life... completely consumed by this kid.
All of everything I have. Everything I've done to be there for him. Give him everything. Even if I have nothing..
It's so difficult...

It's very true.. 

I could live off welfare. I could earn nothing an just get by.
 But apart from this kid.

I've spent approx 12 yrs of my life working this job. I've bounced around. But my name..my reputation. Have always been solid..
People who speak about me. Can't say I did them wrong. Can't say I said something an did another.

With cutting ties to most of my family. 
I've helped My life do better.

But then... there's my brother. Whom I've helped a lot. An I think about this... how much I've done for him. How much he's helped me. But at the same time.   Thinking maybe reality is he hates me. Because he tells stories. Tells lies. An behind my back he'd stab it for fun. As if not to say. I helped him. Helped him pay bills. Helped him get to a to b. Helped support him to do better.. encouraged him to stop living the way he is.

I have no idea what the word is....when these people. This entire family of mine. Not one of them has a paying job. They all live on welfare..
I vowed in my younger years I wasn't going to live on welfare. But...when I needed to go to school. I had to lean on social assistance. An it helped. But when I finished school. I got a job. 
Unfortunately I left Ontario sometime after to come back here... 

What my life would be today If I hadn't left Ontario. I can't even imagine it because.... my life here in BC has been forever.
I'm giving. Giving. 

An supporting. Encouraging. Etx. An getting shit on. 
Getting friendless.
Getting hurt.
Getting into a dark room.

Dark head space...where I think.....thoughts... but unfortunately I can't...I can't let myself be in that head space an for me to cope with that head space I have to react temporarily to survive.
Someone said I'm a terrible mom

Cause one day me an the kid were talking. An I told him I'm going to die.. one day. An he teared up. An got sad. An I tried to explain this was part of life. An that technically I already died...last year. An that it's just life. An he said he needs me forever.
I got sad.
Cause... in my dark head space. Dark thoughts.
I have to recall this to remind me. What I'd be doing to him if I wasn't here.

Not a clear reason to live forever. But a reason to make it through today 

That is all..

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

lost in space

Spent last few months unaware of how to properly do the job. I work every day trying to find structure trying to Find proper way of navigate In Between buildings.
Try to tell my team.  That I know what I'm doing without any direction.
I thought I was doing a great job. I thought I brought some structure some organisation for purpose. For the first time in months, I found that my team is going behind my back their talking to my boss about my leadership. Which jeopardizes my job?
Without navigation. Without a goal set in mind. I've spent my time aiming at things..programs. people. Trying to say this is what we're here for. This is what we do..just to find out that they either unintentionally or intentionally spoke to my boss who pulled me aside an told me to take a day off.. 
At first I thought wow. I finally get a day off work. But I honestly just have purpose everyday bringing donations. Bringing leadership idk
I rarely take time off work.
But being told by my boss to take a day off..makes me think someone is saying something.
I'm not too stressed about my job. An now I have to wonder who is speaking to him an what are they saying about me. 
I have all my guards up.. not that I didn't think I could handle these assholes. But that I thought we were on the same page.

It hurt... was a giant reality check. Of knowing that we aren't. That what I say to them. Is or isn't ok..idk..but to not follow protocol.. bs.
And my manager not following protocol. BS

Now I feel alone. Like.... I have no back up.. no one I can turn too. 

I'm angry. I'm hurt. I feel betrayed.

I know now moving forward. Trust no one. 
Which is lame.

I cant even get angry about what they said or did. 


Sunday, August 13, 2023

darkness consumes

I've been struggling for a bit...with this pain. This itch. This desire. This hatred for being alive. I think i remember last year I was so grateful to be alive. An now here I am wishing I had died. Or could die.
The pain of living. Of being in this cycle. Having no real dreams. You know how some people dream of moving away into another country. Or want to Vacation in another city.
I have no desires. An even if I did. I feel tied down. Tied down to my life here. 
I had desires to move back to Ontario. But really why..  I wasn't living there. Like I didn't have a job.
I have desires to move up here. Like become a boss in the job I'm in now. 
I have this vision of doing better than all the years we been here. 
An yet

There's this darkness..  it's eating away at me. This desire. Burning desire to hurt myself. To feel pain. Because I feel like I've done so much for everyone. An I'm allegedly friends with so many an yet no one can see me. No one can see the person crying. Screaming for help. Because I' feel like just a shell of a person.
I hardly remember who I ever was. Or if I ever was anyone. 

I had a dream of an old friend. And all I thought yes of course I miss her smile an hugs an ILY. But why the hell was she ever in my life. The toxic shit. The codependency was what she likely was attracted too. I did nothing to help her I did no way support her getting out of where she was. It was a one sided issue. 

I'm losing my mind

No one knows me anymore. I look in the mirror an I dont recognize who is there 
I'm losing my mind..

I read a bs story about this idiot who was so poor etc. 
An thought my life was horrible too. But you won't see me spreading that shit anywhere.

I watched a movie called Bones of Crows. An I thought how much pain an trauma an perseverance. An dedication. The drive to survive through it all.
An to now decades later have a voice.
Alls I thought is I wish my uncles were here to see the movement. 
They both went to Residential School. They both suffered in unspeakable ways. An neither ever had children.
But they loved.   They loved with their hearts. They loved me. They fed me. They took care of me. 
When my parents were off fuckin up their lives they would come an bring groceries. McDonald's. They would make sure I never went hungry. Even though I did a lot. But sometimes I didn't.
An the love.  The love they carried. After surviving such pain. I'm moved..  I'm moved how did they know that love. Cause they loved us. They loved my brothers and I. They protected us. They fed us. An they were pillars of everything to Me.
An now seeing the world acknowledge what happened what happened to them an their not even here... they don't get to see our strength. Our love. Loyalty. Our honor to them 

I grew up without love as well. An somehow. Someway. It found me. It grew like a fire in my soul that has everlasting light. 
I love so much. I care so much. 
So much so that I'll rip my heart out for someone else if they asked. Because I am that kind of person.
An yet...

When I'm hurting. When I feel this feeling. This darkness. I'm trying so hard to fight it. My brain is remembering the matrix. When Neo touched the Mirror. It consumed him
That's what I feel. I feel like the darkness is breaking me down an that my desires my darkness is going to consume me. An I'm fighting. But I'm not telling anyone what is going on I just feel it. Struggle with it on my own. An no one can hear me. No one can see it. An I'm just.. I can't even cry. Alls I wanna do is bleed. Alls I wanna do is hurt. I want to do something so bad. 

I'm struggling 

Please find a way...find a way to keep moving forward. Ugh