When I was a little girl something happened that changed me forever. I’m not sure whether it was a good or a bad thing. It certainly didn’t feel like a good thing. But in honesty it did two things: 1) drove me to work harder and want to change the world so that it didn’t happen to other girls and 2) provided me in my heart, mind and actions a VIP pass to an ongoing self pity party that is good for no-one, especially not me. After the event had occured, I approached someone I thought should care for me the most as a child and was told to go back to sleep and not be a bother. Feeling like that was a secondary trauma to what happened, my little girl mind locked the memory, feeling and rejection into my pandora’s emotional box. Perhaps that was best. It was a lot to deal with, and little me did not know what else to do.
Unfortunately for me and anyone else who does Pandora Box shoving, it leaks out, affects you in your thoughts and actions until you actually address what happened. What it brought me to do was to constantly be in search of feeling better, of feeling worthied (if there’s such a word), to be loved, to be rejected and not hurt. And in my pursuit of feeling betterness, I scalded myself, my children and those around me. Because hey, the goal was to get out of my body and mind, and I didn’t care the cost. I didn’t care who I hurt. Because I had been hurt first, right? I had that VIP pass right? Wrong. Just because something bad happens to you does not give you the key to the city kid. It doesn’t matter that it was traumatic, that I lived with it, that I have a mental illness. None of these reasons give me the right to behave badly.
In all honesty, I still feel like I have the right to be that kid at the party, having had too much sugar, throwing a tantrum on the floor, based on what happened. But I realise that a) I’ve been throwing a tantrum for a WHILE and b) it’s not helping anyone, especially not me. I need to get up again, be clear about what happened (and take action if that’s what I want to do) and most of all try and be a better me, for me. That way I can be a better Mummy too, and those are my primary reasons for being – me and my chickens. They didn’t do anything wrong and don’t deserve to be on the receiving end of a tantrum throwing too big to do this big kid Mom. So I’m discarding my tantrum tutu and all the drama that goes with that. Because what happened, happened. I can’t change that, but I can change how I respond to it. And I’m ready. I’m ready to move forward, tantrum tutu free. Be part of those who support us as opposed to those who don’t. I am 4 M’s Bipolar Mom.