
Hey Warriors,
Watch Dog here.
This week I had planned on writing a continuation piece from Anger from the caregiver’s perspective. I have been struggling to write this. I tried several times to write this and I keep going in a different direction. Relentless told me to follow where my heart is leading me for this post, so here we go. Last warning, this is going to get real.
This has been the hardest thing I have ever tried to write. I have been all over the place with my emotions today. I have cried (more than once). I have been pissed, sad, hurt, confused and totally lost. I have cussed myself out, I have kicked a wall and read my Bible. This is really difficult for me, because for the first time in my life, I am forcing myself to face these emotions, and try to name and understand them. I have so much inside my head right now, and I don’t know how to get it out. I don’t know the words to express what they are. Before I would block them out and try to pretend nothing is happening, I would hide this. (Or at least try to)
When I read “Anger from a caregivers perspective”, I went back into a very dark place that I didn’t even know still existed in myself. Well it is still here and it has not gotten any weaker, it has gotten stronger and darker. I am not liking where I am right now, at all. This is going to be a tough climb back out of this abyss. I am worn out and not sure how much strength I have left to fight. I am tired and frustrated and I want to give up. But I understand that God doesn’t give us more than we can handle.
I have said that even with all the crap I have been through and how hard it has been, I wouldn’t change a thing because it is what made me who I am today. Well that is complete BS! There is something I would change. My wife and my children didn’t sign up for this. I have hurt them tremendously throughout the years. If I could take all that away I would, I don’t care the cost.
I looked at a picture the other day from the day my oldest son was born. It broke my heart, because I don’t recognize the young man holding him. I want to be that guy again. I want to be the young man that has no fear. As long as I had my family, I could take on the world. Instead all I can see is a man who has put his family through hell. My kids fear me because they don’t know how I will react to situations. My wife doesn’t trust me to be alone because she doesn’t know if I will be triggered and freak out. Too much of their lives are spent worrying about me. I see a man that isn’t useful in life like I used to be. Damn it, I’m the man of the house, I am supposed to be the protector of my family. Yet I’m afraid that one day they will open their eyes and realize that I’m not worth the problems I bring to the table.
I told you I was going to be real. I have faith and hope that this is just a storm right now and it will run out of rain. I am just so tired, mentally and physically. I’m hurting. I hate that I have put my family through the ringer. I wish I could be the young man I used to be, the one I liked. The one who was so excited to see what the next chapter would bring in our lives. I am still excited to see what the next chapter in our lives will bring, but now I have so much fear. Fear of hurting those close to me yet again. Fear of losing more of myself than I already have. Fear of losing the few people left in my life that matter. Fear of being alone! Alone with nothing but the demons in my head that keep finding ways to try and destroy me.
I’m sorry for everything I have put my family through. I am grateful that I still have a family that loves me, despite who I am. I am blessed that they see who I want to be, and that they understand things that they shouldn’t have to. This has been the hardest thing I have ever written and I hope that maybe it can help someone else who is feeling the same way. After putting a lot of this into words I am already feeling some relief. Getting these emotions out has been tough, but therapeutic.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I want others to know that they are not alone. It is better to work thought these feelings than to bottle them up and push them down.
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2 Corinthians 4:8-9 8We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
Lawrence McGuire (Watch Dog)














