Hi Everyone,
I just wanted to share a recent lightbulb moment with you (on the subject of lightbulb moments, isn't it weird how something that's been a massively intrinsic part of you your whole life suddenly looks completely different and you realise that it's wrong and you don't need it any more?).
From a young age, my mum often told the story of the day she went to bed to kill herself. At the time this happened, I was four and my sister was two. I think I was around eight when she started talking about it a lot - my dad died when I was eight so it probably wasn't the best tale to be telling a grieving child.
Obviously she didn't die, apparently she changed her mind and got out of bed again, put the pills away and carried on as before. But I think that story is the reason I spent my whole life making her happy - because if I didn't she'd kill herself and it would be all my fault.
It was a shock to realise, but felt good at the same time. The more I think about my childhood, the more I realise she was never a good parent, even when I was little. I have suffered from depression and have been suicidal. But my son knows nothing at all about it, and won't until he's an adult, and only then if it comes up in conversation or if he asks me specifically. Who in the world tells a story like that to children?
Anyway, a good moment of revelation for me. Perhaps others have had similar?