I snapped at my mother and then just lost it and let lose all my bottled up anger. I’m now depressed and angry at almost everyone. I’m in my room now and won’t be coming out until tomorrow. Please pray for me, that I don’t get worse.
RW, I hope that you are able to go and set things right with your mother rather than stew in your room. Peace.
could it be a medication you are on? or a food allergy? sometimes those things can affect us and we don't put it together
Praying for you RW. May the Risen Lord walk beside you and let you be certain He is always there for you.
Prayers, friend! Living at home can be terribly tough. It is not easy. God be with you. What you struggle with is common to all of us who live with other humans! God give you guys peace, and patience with each other!
RW, I'm praying for you also. Katfalls asks a good question above. You could have also been over tired and/or in need of some food. It seems like it is too simplistic but surprisingly it is a possibility. Maybe you can write your mom a note of apology and offer to help her with some task around the house that you usually do not do.
Cheer up, RosaryWielder. Do make peace with your mother, as others have said, for God commands that we honor our parents, and even beside, blessed are the peacemakers, the Lord said, and true children of God. Family should love and forgive always. It's said, giving in to depression often leads us to anger. Of course it can be hard to deal with depression, but imo God's Love is the best cure for it. So reflect on God's Love for you, dear RW, His Love for you that remains constant and everlasting forever; that should fill you with joy and want to share that joy with others. God bless you, RW. I'll be praying for you. "You are Mine", by David Haas. Edit: [Lyrics -"1. I will come to you in the silence I will lift you from all your fear You will hear My voice I claim you as My choice Be still, and know I am near 2. I am hope for all who are hopeless I am eyes for all who long to see In the shadows of the night I will be your light Come and rest in Me Do not be afraid, I am with you I have called you each by name Come and follow Me I will bring you home I love you and you are Mine 3. I am strength for all the despairing Healing for the ones who dwell in shame All the blind will see, the lame will all run free And all will know My Name Do not be afraid, I am with you I have called you each by name Come and follow Me I will bring you home I love you and you are Mine 4 I am the Word that leads all to freedom I am the Peace the world cannot give I will call your name, embracing all your pain Stand up, now, walk, and live Do not be afraid, I am with you I have called you each by name Come and follow Me I will bring you home I love you and you are Mine"]
Prayers now. I never used to fight with my mother , though I used to fight with my father all the time. I think we both enjoyed it..sometimes. My mother and father are both gone now so I can't even fight with them anymore. Cherish them while you have them.
You might enjoy a movie called "Da". It's based on a play by Hugh Leonard, who also wrote the screenplay. To quote IMDB's summary: A New York playwright is summoned to Ireland to bury his father (his "Da"). While at his boyhood home, he encounters his father's spirit and relives memories both pleasant and not. In an interview with the playwrite, he said that he wrote the play because he found out he got along better with his Da after he died.
Dear RW....l I’m praying for you. Hopefully you will find a place of you own. Often parents forget that you’re not their little child anymore and can still feel as though they can impose their will on you. Living with them perpetuates those feeling leading to the need to flex your independence....not to hurt, but to assert yourself. But pent up resentment leads to a explosion if not managed and that leads to regret. Just be honest with your family and work on a solution. Possibly all of you are acting out of frustration and that just lead to a fall out. That can be fixed... But look for the remedy to the problem that caused this to begin with...try to be patient with one another. When things get rough, rather than fight, write your feeling down on paper just to get them off your chest.when you cool off, talk it out to work it out.... Until you can hopefully move out. God bless you and don’t despair. You hit a rough patch....just patch it up and work on a fix! You can do this!
Lately I have dreamed a lot about my father and mother. They always remain my parents, I always remain their child. I remember not long before he died m father apologised to me for not leaving em any money or property and I told him he had left me he had left me the greatest thing he could The Faith. This is true. If they pass on The Faith they have passed on everything. I will be forever grateful to a monk who asked me if I had ever told my parents if I loved them? I hedged and said they already knew. But he said, 'You have to tell them You have to say it to them'. So one night I waited and I did. It was amazing how hard I found it. They stopped and looked at me and we all hugged. The monk was right I did did to say it and they did need to hear it. Though it was one of the hardest things I ever done. But really needs done when they are alive. In the Living years.
Thanks everyone, I'll try to explain everything in a bit. I'm still recovering from what happened, and it'll take a long time to explain what exactly my issue with my mother is; and what I've been bottling up. I guess one word that my issue with my mother boils down to could be "neglect," but it's more complicated than that.
My advice would be not to publish too much current personal stuff of this nature online. But of course it's up to yourself
Ask mother Mary to help you, RW. She's bailed me out of so many bad situations. She's the mother we can always run to when we are down. You can trust her.
For now, I'll just say I was frustrated over a lot of things, including the fact that the guy who was supposed to drive me to mass that day never showed up. Part of me was concerned that I wasn't as upset as I perhaps should have been over it, but the other part of me kept thinking about how I still haven't moved out, and still haven't got my own place and job and life and everything, I can't even drive myself to mass. All this sort of combined with the issues I have had with my mother throughout my life and was bottling up. In the end, all I needed was that one minor thing to cause me to blow, which eventually happened. I'm still struggling with frustration today, please keep praying.
