Finally I can take a moment to write. I have been working on this text in my head for some time now, or rather on the topic that is running through my mind. I mentioned briefly in my introduction that my life has been quite eventful and has given me many big tasks. In order to ask my question, I have to expand a little.
I will start in 2004 with my daughter's accident, she fell into a hot bathtub in our flat when she was 2.5 years old. I had separated from her father and we lived in a small, cheap old flat with a boiler in the bathroom and the toilet in the hallway. She was playing in her room and I ran her bath water... because of the boiler and the old faucet, the hot one first... then I went to the toilet and just leaned the bathroom door... then I heard her screams... she had fallen in... the rest is history.... 50% body surface was injured with II and III degree burns. She was flown by rescue helicopter to a special hospital in Mannheim.
There she was in an artificial coma for a fortnight, a total of 5 weeks in intensive care, was transplanted with split skin three times and we were then in the normal ward for an additional 4 weeks. So 9 weeks in total. She almost died during that time. I don't know in retrospect how I was able to do that, but I did... I would even say I learned a lot during that time. I also talked a lot with other mothers about the possible death of our children during the time in the intensive care unit, which somehow seems unreal to me today. I also reconciled with her father and set up my own scar treatment unit in the rooms of a plastic surgeon. Everything looked good for now. Then, four weeks after opening the business, I found out that my daughter's father loves another woman. So it was back to square one... I think I managed to keep the business going for about two years with several side jobs, then I had to file for private bankruptcy.
There are a few things I have to leave out, otherwise it will be a book
In 2012 I met a man who, as a fun-loving, strong and self-confident woman, brought me to my knees. I have already written briefly about this time here in the forum. He was everything my daughter and I had imagined in a family and everything we had wished for. We did everything together and it was wonderful. But unfortunately only 6 months... during which I overlooked or didn't want to see the first signs. Not even when my best friend warned me. I fell into the trap. Because it turned out that he was not only an alcoholic and a psychopath, but also used Chrystal, marijuana and his mother's psychiatric drugs to get down. They were episodes that usually lasted about 5 days, then, if I was lucky, there was peace for a week. During the bad 5 days he was mostly just psychologically violent, but after a while he would also push me, spit in my face or choke me. And I stayed because I thought I could help him. Which of course didn't work. After three years, he pushed my daughter against the wall by her neck on her birthday and then it clicked with me and we fled to my friends house together with our rabbit, some documents and clothes. Without her help I would not have made the jump.
Since 2015, I have been working to restore myself. I think I have succeeded quite well. However, with a few obstacles that have pulled the rug out from under me again, but at the same time have also allowed me to grow.
In 2016, my father died of cancer at the age of 60 (I was a daddy's girl , I have to say). Perhaps because of this, my congenital heart defect suddenly worsened during this time and I had to have the hole in my heart, which had grown to 2 cm in size, closed in a catheter operation. Half a year later, my mother also got cancer (60 years old) ... At first everything looked quite good, she had a wonderful summer 2017 but in winter she got brain metastases. She lived in a small village alone in a house with only her dog and since I am the only daughter, I decided to move in with her and take care of her. We had a very problematic relationship when I was young and as she is very perfectionistic, I have worked all my life to meet her expectations. Accompanying her when she was dying and the conversations and situations we experienced together during that time healed a lot in both of us. Unfortunately, she did not want anyone else to help us except the mobile palliative team, which could be called if needed. After four months, the cancer took over and she was allowed to fall asleep peacefully at home.
In 2020, my grandmother finally died in a nursing home at the age of 91. Thanks to Corona with very few visitors, which in my opinion brought about her death more quickly, as she too was a very sociable, fun-loving and culturally educated woman at her age. She was a very important person in my life.
These have all been the most profound times in my life and I often think about how I was able to do it all, but I have done it and on the contrary, I feel I have come out of it stronger. With a focus on the essentials. And since I've been studying the material here on the site in depth and thinking about myself and life, I'm increasingly asking myself if I'm normal.
How can someone endure all this and still go through life with cheerfulness and positive thinking? I ask myself, have I encapsulated all the emotions inside me? I am a little afraid of that. It's not that I've closed myself off to emotions either. On the contrary, it's as if I feel a lot more of them, especially since my mother died. And I sit here thinking about our last months and I am filled with gratitude for that. Of course, during all the experiences I also shed many tears, but afterwards, or even during, I got up and did what was necessary.
I don't know if you understand my question. I'm very sorry if I can't express it properly. Was I just lucky with my parents who showed me that you look at a situation first and then react and do what is necessary or do I close off my feelings and then work through what is necessary so that nothing bothers me? Have I learned my previous lessons through this or is it a kind of wishful thinking? All these experiences have led to the conclusion in my mind that (apart from a comet shower of course ) nothing bad can happen to me and if it does it can be sorted out somehow.
I am no longer afraid of death because I have seen it, looked straight in his face and I am no longer afraid of not having money because I know what it is like not to have any. But I don't sit back, maybe now I have the opportunity to bring things together for myself. The past experiences, with the knowledge learned today. I always try to check if my alignment is going in the right direction and I already think I have mastered my 3D lessons quite well so far, but I am afraid that this is wishful thinking. I hope you understand my question... Maybe someone can think of something or read between the lines who has made it to this point with reading....
(If it is better to take this post to another place, so please do so )
I will start in 2004 with my daughter's accident, she fell into a hot bathtub in our flat when she was 2.5 years old. I had separated from her father and we lived in a small, cheap old flat with a boiler in the bathroom and the toilet in the hallway. She was playing in her room and I ran her bath water... because of the boiler and the old faucet, the hot one first... then I went to the toilet and just leaned the bathroom door... then I heard her screams... she had fallen in... the rest is history.... 50% body surface was injured with II and III degree burns. She was flown by rescue helicopter to a special hospital in Mannheim.
There she was in an artificial coma for a fortnight, a total of 5 weeks in intensive care, was transplanted with split skin three times and we were then in the normal ward for an additional 4 weeks. So 9 weeks in total. She almost died during that time. I don't know in retrospect how I was able to do that, but I did... I would even say I learned a lot during that time. I also talked a lot with other mothers about the possible death of our children during the time in the intensive care unit, which somehow seems unreal to me today. I also reconciled with her father and set up my own scar treatment unit in the rooms of a plastic surgeon. Everything looked good for now. Then, four weeks after opening the business, I found out that my daughter's father loves another woman. So it was back to square one... I think I managed to keep the business going for about two years with several side jobs, then I had to file for private bankruptcy.
There are a few things I have to leave out, otherwise it will be a book
In 2012 I met a man who, as a fun-loving, strong and self-confident woman, brought me to my knees. I have already written briefly about this time here in the forum. He was everything my daughter and I had imagined in a family and everything we had wished for. We did everything together and it was wonderful. But unfortunately only 6 months... during which I overlooked or didn't want to see the first signs. Not even when my best friend warned me. I fell into the trap. Because it turned out that he was not only an alcoholic and a psychopath, but also used Chrystal, marijuana and his mother's psychiatric drugs to get down. They were episodes that usually lasted about 5 days, then, if I was lucky, there was peace for a week. During the bad 5 days he was mostly just psychologically violent, but after a while he would also push me, spit in my face or choke me. And I stayed because I thought I could help him. Which of course didn't work. After three years, he pushed my daughter against the wall by her neck on her birthday and then it clicked with me and we fled to my friends house together with our rabbit, some documents and clothes. Without her help I would not have made the jump.
Since 2015, I have been working to restore myself. I think I have succeeded quite well. However, with a few obstacles that have pulled the rug out from under me again, but at the same time have also allowed me to grow.
In 2016, my father died of cancer at the age of 60 (I was a daddy's girl , I have to say). Perhaps because of this, my congenital heart defect suddenly worsened during this time and I had to have the hole in my heart, which had grown to 2 cm in size, closed in a catheter operation. Half a year later, my mother also got cancer (60 years old) ... At first everything looked quite good, she had a wonderful summer 2017 but in winter she got brain metastases. She lived in a small village alone in a house with only her dog and since I am the only daughter, I decided to move in with her and take care of her. We had a very problematic relationship when I was young and as she is very perfectionistic, I have worked all my life to meet her expectations. Accompanying her when she was dying and the conversations and situations we experienced together during that time healed a lot in both of us. Unfortunately, she did not want anyone else to help us except the mobile palliative team, which could be called if needed. After four months, the cancer took over and she was allowed to fall asleep peacefully at home.
In 2020, my grandmother finally died in a nursing home at the age of 91. Thanks to Corona with very few visitors, which in my opinion brought about her death more quickly, as she too was a very sociable, fun-loving and culturally educated woman at her age. She was a very important person in my life.
These have all been the most profound times in my life and I often think about how I was able to do it all, but I have done it and on the contrary, I feel I have come out of it stronger. With a focus on the essentials. And since I've been studying the material here on the site in depth and thinking about myself and life, I'm increasingly asking myself if I'm normal.
How can someone endure all this and still go through life with cheerfulness and positive thinking? I ask myself, have I encapsulated all the emotions inside me? I am a little afraid of that. It's not that I've closed myself off to emotions either. On the contrary, it's as if I feel a lot more of them, especially since my mother died. And I sit here thinking about our last months and I am filled with gratitude for that. Of course, during all the experiences I also shed many tears, but afterwards, or even during, I got up and did what was necessary.
I don't know if you understand my question. I'm very sorry if I can't express it properly. Was I just lucky with my parents who showed me that you look at a situation first and then react and do what is necessary or do I close off my feelings and then work through what is necessary so that nothing bothers me? Have I learned my previous lessons through this or is it a kind of wishful thinking? All these experiences have led to the conclusion in my mind that (apart from a comet shower of course ) nothing bad can happen to me and if it does it can be sorted out somehow.
I am no longer afraid of death because I have seen it, looked straight in his face and I am no longer afraid of not having money because I know what it is like not to have any. But I don't sit back, maybe now I have the opportunity to bring things together for myself. The past experiences, with the knowledge learned today. I always try to check if my alignment is going in the right direction and I already think I have mastered my 3D lessons quite well so far, but I am afraid that this is wishful thinking. I hope you understand my question... Maybe someone can think of something or read between the lines who has made it to this point with reading....
(If it is better to take this post to another place, so please do so )