Thank you for your words.
I am sorry if I left somethings unclear or about what kind of help I need. In truth, the first of what I needed was to hear and read
the very things said. The insane thing is, for years I kind of lived in this fantasy world of sorts. In the past, I kinda lived in this personal
world with my chores, art, writings, and books . I don't want to give a sob sorry. So please don't take offense of me boring you or making you feel pity. I just need honesty, words, and thoughts outside of my own head and my couselor. One of the huge problems is that I don't have friends or people I could throw ideas or words out too. (With that mention, please exsuse me if I say things wrong, very niave, or stupid)
Here's more of where I come from. I used to live under the shadows of other close( but I never felt close) relatives who were witnesses. Eventhough, I was the follow the rules good girl (Okay, laugh here, I had my bad girl moments now and then but nothing major!) I suffered from a disability, terrible shyness, and an unfully detected depression. Pretty much, I felt like and some ways lived like the hunchback.I felt like the poster girl for being the world-class screw up: Never pretty, always a stutter bug, weak, stupid, and very niave.
Sadly, my relatives knew to a degree about how I was and added to it. My parents, well, I had a grandmother who was alive and sick at the time: In fact dying. During the same time, I had a older sister who turned to the streets ended up with a baby with special needs. My sister was rightfully declared unfit to raised my niece, and my parents took my niece in; however, only until my sister pulled herself together. I was ten when everything was going down. So I learned to hide my pain and become the roles that I needed and required to be. I felt (sometimes feel today) unlikable. But, the pain then was buired more for me because I loved my niece. I should say in many ways, she saved my life. I grown up fast. That's why at 24, I say I feel old.
I learned about midnight feedings, dirty diapers, homework, playtimes, and sensing moods. More importantly I learned about loving the child despite her needs. Because of my own disability, I understood and help guard and guide her in the schools, community, and life. She was my buffer. That's the way I found life about sex, romance, or other subject through books. I was teased all the time in school and the community. And extra stress was the popularity/power struggle in the hall with my relatives who were the in crowd.
When I was younger, I use to wonder what did I do wrong? Why didn't people like me? Being ten and growing up depress, I did understand what I do now while my parents took care of those I mention before. I never fault my parents really because I knew how important the things they had to do were, and I did not want to add or be selfish and stop everything because of me. So my peace became my imagination, creativity, compassion, books, and writing. Twelves years went by, actually, now about 14 years went by.
Two years ago, at age 12, my niece went back to her mother. My sister gotten her life together. That left a huge empity void for me. My parents and I had my niece such she was a newborn. I remember helping my niece go through the transition period of changing homes. I helped pack her thiings. And I remeber the day she really left. I was writitng a college
essay for my class, when my sister picked her up. Eventhough I knew my niece still had require visits. I stopped paused my essay, hug and kissed my niece good-bye. And I went back to my room and computer essay and tears fell down my face as I wrote alone. The reason I'm telling you this is because it was at that moment in my life when I realize that my life was changing in a more intense way. My grandmother died, then was twenty, my youth was lived (LOL limitedly but gone) I was left with that void. During the years I helped raised my niece, I positively told her about me, who her mother was, and about who were grandma and grandpa. In the past, instantly, I buried emotions deep,
I was this duitful and responsible daughter, and a aunt/sister/ suggrogate mother. Then, suddenly, I was that twenty year old.I was left with some adult decisions to make. I was this virgin who did process a friend outside of my parents and niece. Although my parents had long ago moved away those negative relatives and that particular cong (Although to me not far enough) I withdraw and shut down so emotionally
I never wanted or allowed anyone to ever get close to me. I somehow learned to be alone. If I was alone, no one could see my flaws or how much a screw up I was. But I was a ghost in the sense where I watched people and held compassion for those who hurt. The best way to forget your pain, is to think and feel someone else's is what I literally learned. Happily, I changed some of the things in my life.
I had quit being an unbaptize publisher and attending the kingdom hall meetings. My parents and almost half of my family were witnesses. Since I had never addressed past emotions, and found out what I wanted out of my life. I stopped. I felt any decision I would made would not have been honest such as why I became a unbaptize publisher; I only wanted to be notice and was competing with a popular family memeber around the same age. I lived on my own for a while and went to school until my parents hit a rough time, and I had a shot of a dream since I had since nine. Since I was nine, I always wanted to leave my homestate and move far away from my relatives and the dead life that was my memories. So, since I was the only single sibling with the power and capability, I talked with my parents about living with me out of state and about their care. They weren't happy about my decisions but they dealt.
So what help do I need? I live in a new state. been here for a year. I am poor and limited. However, I have dreams and ambitions. Here they are:
(Okay, laugh if you must. God knows you probably want me to shut right about now). My dreams are to become a better person, to look and feel better, to live a simple life, to plan someone else's wedding, to work in a enviroment doing something for people. My dreams also included helping Harliquin create a new romance series and to finally go to Walt Disney world in Florida. One of the simpler ways to put 1,2,3 dreams is being a homemaker. Creating a homey atmosphere is my attempt at a simple life. Doing household chores, cooking dinners that are ediable, and being able to pay bills are things that make me happy. I love listening to Elvis Presley's songs while folding laundry or wiping counters. My other ambitions is a to a ghost. Sounds crazy but hear me out. I love to help people to achieve without the credit. When I think about doing something, I am incline to pick something that is in the area of being behind the scenes. I think a sucessful person is a person who is define by his or her character. Material things such as money, fame, and title are not real achievements to me. Honesty, humility,fairness, and respect are huge factors in becoming a better person. I think the best way for to achieve this is a job thats more of
what I mention earlier. Although I consider myself not very materialistic, I do wish to have some things. Just simple things. I would love to create a homey atmosphere in my home.I just want a good full-size bed and stero with new bed sheets. But with me, being disabled and relying on grovement funds, your never allowed to have those dreams. I won't go there. Anyway. As to relationships, I never had a friend. So that really puts getting a date or a boyfriend out the picture. Believe me when I say I know who I am. What I want. My problem is how to get it. I have no exeprience, no skill, and school has become a problem because of disability reasons.
Once again your help is to be honest, And help me learn to be a friend. What are the do's and don't? And about your life. Inspirations comes in the oddest places.
Thank you.