I guess I hit a tipping point today. All the things I've been feeling are gone. I just feel tired and alone and depressed.
It's a surprise, really, that I even managed to maintain a shred of connection to myself (and all parts and their flashbacks etc.) for multiple days after receiving my mom's card.
Now I just feel sad, and nothing, and forgotten, and some more nothing. And still 6 more days until A is back. How pathetic that I thought I could hold onto things until she returned. I don't even matter. I never mattered and I never will.
I tried SO fucking hard to communicate to many friends that I was not okay after receiving that card, especially with A being on vacation. How many people have reached out to me since to ask how I am? Two. Out of, I don't know, almost 10 I told? Thanks for fucking nothing. And I've been in touch with these people. They just didn't even ask me how I am. I'm so fucking done.
Fuck I hit a dark spot. I hate feeling like this. So bitter, so cold, so alone. It's disgusting because I know it's not even TRUE. But it feels true. It feels like I've never mattered and I never will, except to my mom, except to be abused, except to serve other people in whatever way they need. It's fucking disgusting.