Ever since I was a little girl, I think 7 or 8 , I remember being depressed. I didn't know what depression or anxiety meant at that age but being a student of psychology for the past 8 years I now recognize what it was I went through. I even attempted suicide 4 or 5 times at the age of 14 and 16 but I guess they were all weak attempts since I survived.
I have tears in my eyes right now and I don't know how to navigate or possibly explain my situation. I have tried everything possible to navigate it with tact but I always end up failing.
I was 5 years old when I heard my mother crying and screaming in the hospital after she had lost our twins. My father was in a foreign country and my mother was an orphan raised by her uncles, she used to cry to me and tell me that I was her mother , her sister , her father , her everything. the 5 year old child felt proud to be so important to her mother. she didn't know that she was facing the brunt of trauma dumping at the age of 5.
I was 7 years old when I was moved to an unknown country where my father lived by my mother, I didn't even know my father till I was 7, for a 7 year old he was practically a stranger, I didn't know how to feel about him and I guess he didn't know what to do with me either. our relationship has been strained ever since. He would beat me for bed wetting and nail biting and failing in school, which I guess I did all of that because of the anxiety and unfamiliarity of the new country. I had to leave behind my loving grandmother and grand father, my tayabo, my mother's cousins that all acted like my mamus and khalus. I guess I just missed it all.
I was 8 when I burned my hand for the first time trying to start a stove to make oats for my brother since my mother was on bedrest. I was eight when I first washed clothes full of baby poop and washed bathrooms all on my own. I didn't know all that was unusual, strange.
When I was 9 and my sister was about to be born, my mothers uncle, the one that raised her, noticed the burns on my hands and asked me what those were, I told him I got them while trying to light the stove, he called my grandmother immediately to that country.
when my grandmother arrived everything was fine for a while, until it wasn't. My mother , father and grandmother would all fight often and the reason would be me. My grandmother would scream at them over neglect of me , they would pinch and slap me in the other room and forbid me from crying lest she noticed, I learned to always hide my tears.
I didn't have any friends in school , no one would talk to me , I was abused at home and this is how life went, on and on and on....My whole childhood I just remembered crying and crying and crying, every night, every day. this is how my childhood went...
As an adult, I have now found confidence and good friends that make my life worth living, I even found connection with Allah but I am trapped. I am 26 with a masters degree and my parents won't let me work. I cannot just get up and leave my home, I don't have the strength in my nervous system to endure that. But now I'm tired of the abuse. I'm tired of trying to be strong and being the bigger person. I'm tired of hearing baduain of a bad daughter just because I forcefully persued my education and chose to enjoy my university years after years of being suicidal and depressed. I don't know what to do in life anymore , my parents forcefully do rishtas without my consent and then break it up without even asking me.
I have tried my best to fix my life, I run a charity organizations, give food and gifts to orphanages , my biggest dream in life is to run an orphanage so that I can give kids the happiness and love I never received.
My mother is narcissistic and gives me badduain and stops me from forming any sort of comforting relationship with any women of our khandaan (when she herself has good relationship with them) and my father only wants me to get married and leave his home since I am such a burden, he doesn't stand up for me or listen to me.
I have tried telling my situation to other adults in the family but they will never understand since they have a lot of empathy for my mother because they raised her. She manipulates everyone into hating me so much so that no one will even talk to me. I'm utterly alone , I have no one in this dunya. I hate that I'm still very attached to everyone in this family. I cannot help but look for their approval. I feel like I have wasted away myself trying to make them happy. I don't understand anything or don't know what to do. I'm a very loving person, I have no hate in my heart for anyone if they treat me nicely. I just want to be loved by my parents and family. I sometimes wonder if I'm the future I break all contact would it be sinful? I just want to make Allah happy but I'm suffering so much