My sister is a sociopath. She stole my family from me… stole my mother’s money…. killed my mother and grandmother. She even had my mother cremated without permission and the cops and state’s attorney won’t even prosecute because they’re too “busy” with other things. In the meantime, I am left as a victim. The courts don’t care either. With my mother’s stolen money ($500k worth) the ugly bitch is dragging me through probate court trying to get the last dimes left. She admits to being this ugly inside and out and the courts and the law stand behind her ability to do so. “It’s fair” they say… fair for her to have killed my mother… fair for her to have stolen the last moments my mother could have had with her children and grandchildren… fair for her to have stolen every last dime during and after her life from her children (and there are more than just two of us) and her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Watch out world… the sociopath still wanders the earth… but God has a special place for her…. God is just and will make sure she will suffer the consequences of the choices she made in life.
Death and God are the great equalizers.
In Kindergarten I had a friend. We would swing on the playground every day. She was my best friend. When her birthday came around, she invited the entire class to her party, and it was that day I realized why we were always alone on the swings. Her care-free singing was the result of two mentally ill parents, and her splotchy skin was an extreme skin disease. We were alone on the swings, and we were alone at her birthday party. After I realized she was different, I stopped singing. I found a new friend and would swing with her instead. I don’t know where she is or if she has any friends, but I know she is still singing while I am too scared to. Ann, I am so sorry.
About a year ago (when I was 16), while my parents were away for the weekend, my older sister and I got into a physical fight where she proceeded to stab me. As soon as I could, I ran out of my house to try and get help and luckily a stranger driving down the road stopped to help me. My sister came out of the house and told the stranger I was mentally ill and had stabbed myself. The police showed up, I went to the hospital, I now have a long scar on my left arm, and my sister not only got away with what she did, my parents believed her side of the story and now I am known as the nutcase to my entire family.
It gets worse, I’m afraid that if I don’t forgive my sister, I will become her. I already see it happening, little by little.
I have wasted the last five years of my life. I am almost 25 and have nothing to show for it. I have spent more time in hospitals than learning anything and I am so sick of fighting mental battles every day.
I worry about getting older because I want to be young forever. I want to go back to when I was little and people cared for and about me.
I have lost all of my friends, we got separated somewhere along the line, our differences became too apparent. They work, study, date and party, I sit at home alone because I am too scared to go anywhere.
I hate what I have become, I am covered in scars and I cannot stop hurting myself, because I do not care about myself.
I take so many different medications every day, I feel like a zombie and I still see and hear things which aren’t real.
I don’t know how to tell my family that I want to be dead. I feel like I have exhausted every other option. I want to be able to tell them that I am so sick of everything and that I cannot keep fighting myself.
I wish I could colour in pictures all day.
I am in the process of getting my second divorce. My wife says that she can no longer live with my schizophrenia/depression. It is true that I am very black most of the time, and very introverted. I can’t maintain any job. I understand that our relationship has suffered due to my illness. My illness makes reciprocation difficult. She knew of my condition before we married, but thought that she could help me. I had to be hospitalized in an adult psychiatric hospital for some time recently, and she announced her intentions of divorce as soon as I was dismissed. I do not blame her, but she has hurt me. I have lost my friend. All together, she hung in there for about 11 years. I have been on almost every med recommended for my illness, and none have helped. Now, I am facing electro-convulsive treatments, and am very scared.
I often wonder to what degree other people suffer from depression. Maybe I am just a wimp and can not deal with things like others do. I would like to experience a ‘normal’ person’s depression, and I would like for them to experience mine.
I feel that there is no hope for me, and that very soon I will be dead. I am all alone, and the stone I carry gets heavier every day. Now, I live with my parents as I have no other place to go and no money to go anywhere. I am 38 years old. Why me?