I am a 19-year old male who is about to begin college. I am still living with my parents (Mother and Stepfather) due to my financial state. (Or lack thereof...) My sister, 20, also lives with us. Although I am about to start college, which should be the begining of my adult life, I find myself unable to perform. When I get up in the day, I often dread being around my family or what kind of new frustration the day will inevitably bring.
I do not know if this happens to a lot of people, but after having lived with my family for 19 years, I have began to notice all their annoying habbits. Which, at first, was no big deal... But the longer I have been around them, the more iritating they have become, and these habbits have imbeded so deeply into a negative part of my conscience that I cannot stand to be around my family for more than 5 minutes without wanting to run off and isolate myself. I can't even find a place suitable for my isolation, seeing as how their tendancies to annoy me go beyond the seclusion of my room. For example: My Sister is pretty much your average teenage girl. She hangs out with her friends, likes to drive around town, go to parties, listen to music... The latter being a prime example of how my family can iritate me even during my seclusion from them. I absolutely hate Rap, and conveniently, my Sister enjoys it very much. A bit too much. Although I have headphones and a computer, I can't seem to drown it out. Just the thought that she even plays it so loudly, even if I can't hear it, strikes a nerve...very hard. It compells me to want to throw her stereo out the window. Although I am very patient and would never actually do anything like this, lately, my patience has been tried.
I often have nightmares where a family member (particularly my Sister) is doing something to hurt me. At first, I was very weak. They would be screaming at me and I would just back down and fear, trapped in a feeling of hopelessness...like I was lower than them. But recently, I have began to fight back against these nightmares. On several occassions, I would unconsciencely jump up in their face and scream several obscenities with no end. And they would back down from me... When I wake, I feel angry at my family for that day, and tend to avoid them.
But I never could hold a grudge in such a blatant manner as to constantly attack somebody I do not like. I always keep my feelings to myself, and pretend to forgive and forget. (Well, I actually try, but it never works.) I sometimes get mad at myself because I show so much kindness to the people whom I do not like, and later, they end up hurting me, then I end up punishing myself for being so vulnerable.
This has caused a severe lack of motivation to really do anything...at all. I don't even want to wake up in the morning anymore. What may appear as a pety grudge caused by annoying little habbits goes much deeper, though. Back to my childhood. My father has always spoiled my Sister, brainwashed my Brother and totally ignored me altogether. I always had a secret desire for my Mother and Father to divorce, and it happened around the age of 12. Things got worse from that point. My Mother's judgement became impared... She felt free. A bit too free. She went to parties, stayed out late, used alcohol... I was depressed because of my concern for her. We lost our house and had to live in a trailor park afterwards because she was too busy partying to focus on keeping us kids happy, and our home intact. She eventually came to, though. A bit too late, however.
I don't want to get into the things that happened afterwards. It was the begining of the era of my life which I now regret so much that I can't look back on it without feeling an overwhelming amount of shame and frustration. At one point, I literally convinced myself that I did not exist during that point. I just want it to be a blank in my life.
But now, here I am. A few years after that point. Although I try so hard not to look back on the past, I can't help it. It haunts me at night. I never can sleep... When I do get to sleep, I sleep for so long. It's like sleep has become an escape for me. At some point, I develped a thyroid problem, and I felt so physically fatigued all the time that I just gave up on life. It all seemed hopeless because of my situation.
Well, I don't know what else to say... I can't post my entire life's story here. I guess this little rant of mine is just too confusing because not even I know where I am going with this. But all I know is that I lack any kind of motivation to really do anything. There is a big future ahead of me, but I am too weak to move foward and embrace it. I am trapped in my own prison of pety grudge and intolerance for those around me.
This is not even the begining of my problems... I just need to...rest. For now.