The Warden
Bluelighter
I've been very depressed lately. I know my friends don't just want to hear me complain about how I feel. So I thought is post here because there is such a diversity of people.
A little background info on me: I grew up on the reservation which can be a boring/shitty/rough place to be raised. My mother was an alcoholic and very abusive. She commuted suicide when I was six years old.
I moved to Texas to live with my father and the family he married into. My father was also an abusive drunk. He was a real piece of shit. I went to school with bruises all over my body and an occasional fracture. I had to lie about the abuse and tell people I was just a clumsy child. He abandoned me when I was nine years old. The family was always very nice to my sister and I, but eventually they were unable to care for us in the manner we needed, they struggled with their family problems and jobs/school and such.
I moved to Utah when I was nine with my aunt in my mother's side. She did the best she could for me, but back then there was no hope for me. I've always dealt with anger and depression/suicidal thoughts. Eventually she was unable to deal with it and sent me to a private school back in Texas when I was twelve or thirteen.
I got kicked out of there for always causing trouble and fighting with others. My dad put on his big boy pants and took me in again. Just like the last time I dealt with abuse and abandonment. This time it was harder for me to lie about the bruises. I was taken back to Utah by a family that my aunt knew.
I lived with them for about a year and a half. Got kicked out of there for being a trouble maker.
This is when I became states property. I was put in a facility that pretty muh treated me like shit and kept me heavily medicated the entire time. Got released for there and was put in two different foster homes. The first was ok, but had to relocate for fighting with their adopted son. The second treated me like garbage from day one. They occasionally abused me, but not often. Got arrested for being a stoner and was put in another facility in the desert.
Got released from there and was released from states custody at eighteen. Since that day I've been doing ok at best.
I've never been truly happy. Not of my accomplishment, not a first job, first car, losing my virginity. Nothing. I've always struggled with depression since age six when my mother shot herself. Medications have never helped, the side effects have far outweighed the benefit. I've had a couple serious relationships, but was never truly happy, just better than I was before.
Now that I'm twenty five I struggle with my emotions every day, I've always worn a mask. Some people can see through it and I push them away as soon as I can. Just recently I met this girl. She is perfect in every way. I like her a lot, but she wants to take things slow; which I'm totally ok with because I know she is the one for me. We had a long talk today and I feel like I'm pushing her away which is something I absolutely do not want to do. I just started a new job on Monday. It is quite a ways away from where I currently live so I stay with my friend out there for the week. We work together so he's ok with it. I have to find a new place to live by the end of the month when I have absolutely no time to do so. I don't come home during the week because I use about 1/4 of my gas just going there and back. I rarely get to see the girl I like, I haven't seen most of my friends for months. They never text me or call me back which can be irritating to say the least.
My question is : Why can I not live a normal life? When, if ever, will I be happy and not have to fake it? Is this even possible for a person with a past like mine?
I figured someone out there has gone through something similar or worse than what I've gone through, so your input would be greatly appreciated.
A little background info on me: I grew up on the reservation which can be a boring/shitty/rough place to be raised. My mother was an alcoholic and very abusive. She commuted suicide when I was six years old.
I moved to Texas to live with my father and the family he married into. My father was also an abusive drunk. He was a real piece of shit. I went to school with bruises all over my body and an occasional fracture. I had to lie about the abuse and tell people I was just a clumsy child. He abandoned me when I was nine years old. The family was always very nice to my sister and I, but eventually they were unable to care for us in the manner we needed, they struggled with their family problems and jobs/school and such.
I moved to Utah when I was nine with my aunt in my mother's side. She did the best she could for me, but back then there was no hope for me. I've always dealt with anger and depression/suicidal thoughts. Eventually she was unable to deal with it and sent me to a private school back in Texas when I was twelve or thirteen.
I got kicked out of there for always causing trouble and fighting with others. My dad put on his big boy pants and took me in again. Just like the last time I dealt with abuse and abandonment. This time it was harder for me to lie about the bruises. I was taken back to Utah by a family that my aunt knew.
I lived with them for about a year and a half. Got kicked out of there for being a trouble maker.
This is when I became states property. I was put in a facility that pretty muh treated me like shit and kept me heavily medicated the entire time. Got released for there and was put in two different foster homes. The first was ok, but had to relocate for fighting with their adopted son. The second treated me like garbage from day one. They occasionally abused me, but not often. Got arrested for being a stoner and was put in another facility in the desert.
Got released from there and was released from states custody at eighteen. Since that day I've been doing ok at best.
I've never been truly happy. Not of my accomplishment, not a first job, first car, losing my virginity. Nothing. I've always struggled with depression since age six when my mother shot herself. Medications have never helped, the side effects have far outweighed the benefit. I've had a couple serious relationships, but was never truly happy, just better than I was before.
Now that I'm twenty five I struggle with my emotions every day, I've always worn a mask. Some people can see through it and I push them away as soon as I can. Just recently I met this girl. She is perfect in every way. I like her a lot, but she wants to take things slow; which I'm totally ok with because I know she is the one for me. We had a long talk today and I feel like I'm pushing her away which is something I absolutely do not want to do. I just started a new job on Monday. It is quite a ways away from where I currently live so I stay with my friend out there for the week. We work together so he's ok with it. I have to find a new place to live by the end of the month when I have absolutely no time to do so. I don't come home during the week because I use about 1/4 of my gas just going there and back. I rarely get to see the girl I like, I haven't seen most of my friends for months. They never text me or call me back which can be irritating to say the least.
My question is : Why can I not live a normal life? When, if ever, will I be happy and not have to fake it? Is this even possible for a person with a past like mine?
I figured someone out there has gone through something similar or worse than what I've gone through, so your input would be greatly appreciated.

