Lost relationships
It’s been a while now since there was any darkness weighing down the corners of my life. I’m enjoying the normal everyday aspects of university life, friendship and family visits, and I am flying high, feeling excited and intoxicated by a new relationship. I guess that because for the moment, it’s just me, it is only me that I see.
Although I am enjoying my life, I think a lot about how my extended family decided that they didn’t want anything to do with my family, and I wonder how it possibly could have come to this. I understand how hard it is, to deal with people who are ill, to constantly have the worry pressing down on your head. I’ve lived with my mum’s illness and depression for as long as I can remember and my brother’s depression, so I do honestly understand. But there is a difference from me wanting some time to myself to enjoy my intoxicating happiness, to cutting off from anything bad that could be potentially upsetting.
I know that relationships grow weak and thin, especially when harsh words are thrown around like raindrops. Maybe I am naive, but family is family isn’t it? Would you really kick your own family out into the street? When they were at their weakest? Apparently so, and apparently it’s not uncommon for families to walk away from family members because they can no longer deal with their illnesses, with their depression.
You see my grandparents, they don’t talk to me either, even though I have tried to talk to them, even though I am not my mum, or my dad, even though really I have done nothing other than love them. They’re blaming me for whatever battles they believe they are fighting with my parents. And what can I do really, when I am not even angry with them. I am sad that I won’t know when my grandparents have died, I am sad that they don’t seem to miss me the way I miss them, I am sad that the last time I spoke to my nan she said I love you and I will get in touch soon, and I believed her. The thing is they can’t deal with unhappiness, and my family can’t deal with using temporary plasters to hide the truth from them, so maybe it’s for the best. Superficial relationships are for co-workers and fair-weather friends, not family.
All in all, I would run to them tomorrow if they called and said they needed me, because they are my family, because I love them even though they have hurt those that I care most about in the world. Because I believe in family, even if they don’t.
For help and support for brothers and sisters affected by mental illness visit: www.rethink.org/siblings
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