It's almost 1am and I can't sleep...again. I hate to think the organization is still taking my sleep from me 16 years later but I can't help it.
I run a page on social media for ex jw support and advice and I'm usually there helping others but it definitely takes a toll on me when I'm having to argue and disprove jws that troll my page.
I've been vocal on here about my story and where I'm at with my family. Recently my paternal grandmother passed away and my dad is agnostic. So I went to my parent's house to comfort him and be there and my mom acted like nothing happened, meaning, like she'd never said she wouldn't talk to me again. I mean we pretty much picked up where we left off. Neither of us discussed the little "ultimatum" she made for me back in January about how she had to completely cut all communication with me until i returned to the organization. Needless to say that'll never happen and she wont budge either so that pretty much means I have to come to terms with what she's decided. But then when she does speak to me like this circumstance, it's like do I take her seriously or not??
My family made their decision 16 years ago and I had one cousin still talk to me because we grew up like sisters and she said she couldn't cut me completely off....until 2 years ago when my grandfather died and at the funeral the family got to her and she decided she wasn't gonna answer my texts or messages because she needed to also obey for my own good. Here's the thing...she still has me on facebook. She views all my posts and my daily life, which at first I thought was ok because she can see my life is very full...however I'm also having feelings of just deleting her because everyone in my family has deleted me out of their lives anyway and they shouldn't be able to see me and my kids in any forum. If they want me to disappear than maybe I should, in social media that is.
I mention all this because it's making me sick. I can't sleep, I overeat, I don't enjoy activities like I used to and I rarely leave my house except for school drop off/pick up for my kids and grocery store shopping. Just feels like I'm breathing but not really living, like I"m stuck. I guess I don't feel like I have closure. I'm angry that this is my life, that this happened to me. I think about seeing a therapist but then it feels like the organization is winning because they've gotten to me. I really don't know what else to do:(