Gagged

That’s how I feel when I’m around my biological family – as if I’m bound and gagged. My role is to sit QUIETLY and serve the meal while the other members of the family talk amongst themselves.

I’m there, but not acknowledged.

I’m a ghost.

I’m a nothing.

I am a servant bowing down to the King (my brother) and hoping not to make a sound beneath my muffled gag.

Mom arrived some time last night. Jay picked her up. Today is Jay & Kate’s son’s 5th birthday and that’s something Mom especially wanted to be here for so all is well with the Daniels’s.

My brain has split into logic…and panic.

Logic:

Mom is home safe. Hallelujah.

Mom is at Jay’s mansion. Also pretty awesome because our tiny cottage just can’t accommodate another human. Fact.

Mom is happy and well. She gets to cuddle her Grandchildren and celebrate Sebastian’s birthday. Go Mom.

Panic:

Everything within me is scorched. Burnt. Aching. Hurting. Painful. Fragile.

I don’t want to see Mom.

I definitely do NOT have the emotional strength to see my Dad’s urn.

BUT MOM WANTS TO MEET UP ASAP.

Suddenly I’m convinced that if I don’t say “How high and when and where would you like it?” When Mom says “Jump!”, that I’ll somehow hurt her, let my Dad down and piss my brother off.

In my fragile state from not eating properly, not sleeping, working long hours, spending “free time” tidying and organising the house…this is all too much for me mentally, physically and emotionally to cope with right now.

If I was allowed to take the thick cotton gauze from my mouth, this is what I’d like to say:

Mom, I love you but I’m hurting from your shake downs and I need space and A LOT of time from you to figure this out in my head. I want to see you, of course I do…I just need more time. Let’s talk again in a few months from now.

Dad. I can’t bear to see you in an urn. No thank you.

Jay, I’ve carried Mom on my own for the last 12 months. Your turn.

And…exhale…

9 responses to “Gagged”

  1. When you described that feeling of invisibility – yeah have felt that at times. Often feel like a failure in the eyes of all. I did well in the early life but not so much after I lost my dad. I so understand you not wanting to see the urn. 😔

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    1. Breaks my heart to think of you being ignored 🙁 you’re definitely NOT a failure, you’re absolutely wonderful ❤️

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      1. Where I live everyone is just so status money conscious …wish it wasn’t so but it is. It makes me not want to be in such conversations. I get very silent. It’s triggering.

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  2. I’m so sorry you’re going through that 😞 it must be awful for you. I can understand how it would trigger you xxxx

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    1. It pains me that such a sweet kind soul like you has to endure this favouritism – can’t bear it.

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  3. Powerful writing and I think being able to write it down makes it a lot easier to say. You are practicing and the words will come out for your own peace of mind. 🙏🏾❤️

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    1. Thank you so much, your comment has brought such comfort ❤️

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      1. It is well and you will grow stronger with time. Amazing that you have an outlet to express such difficult emotions. 🙏🏾❤️

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  4. Agreed. I’m so thankful to have my little platform to talk openly on. It’s cathartic and healing ✨️

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