My mom passed about a month ago, she was 65, a alcholic, i am also a alcholic, with awfull thoughts, my mind is telling me i didnt really love her, i dont miss her enough, i feel numb a lot, but when my mom was here how muched i loved her, never would have come up, very very close, this has made me more numb, more depressed than i ever was, really hurting

Hey everyone, I just need to let this out because I feel like I’m slipping deeper into something I can’t name anymore. I’ve been struggling with ROCD for a long time, but right now… I don’t even know if it’s ROCD anymore. I feel completely disconnected from my partner. I used to say I love you and mean it. Now it feels like a lie. I used to enjoy being close to him — emotionally, even sexually. Now, even a sweet or intimate comment makes me want to shut down. I feel irritated, cold, distant. I’m not trying to be like this — it just happens. And I hate it. He loves me so much. He’s been there for me every step of the way, even when I told him about the thoughts. And yet I feel like I’m slowly hurting him — by being so numb. By being quiet. By not feeling anything when I know I should. And I feel like I’m hurting myself too. It doesn’t even feel like anxiety anymore. It feels like: “This is the truth.” Like I’ve realized that I never really loved him. Like I was just scared of losing something that felt safe. And now I feel like the only honest thing to do is admit that it’s over — even though that thought also hurts. But nothing feels right. I don’t cry about it anymore. I just stare at the wall and think: “What if I was lying to myself all along?” I told someone close to me (my mom), and instead of support, I got judged. And now I feel even more alone. Like I’m not allowed to be confused. Like I have to pick a side — and I don’t even know who I am anymore. If anyone else has gone through this… this numb, distant, dead-inside-but-still-caring-somehow place, please tell me it passes. Please tell me the numbness is a symptom. Please tell me love can survive this kind of fog. Because I feel like I’m just fading — from him, from myself — and I don’t want to give up. Even if I can’t feel that right now… I don’t want to give up. I keep searxhing on r/rocd people that feel the same so i can read the comments there and i dont find people just like me. i feel nothing like my live is gone that i am a different person now. i keep seing this “love is a choice “ but what if i dont want to choose him? what if im forcing myslef to feel… my list could go on and on

My mom passed Sunday and I didn’t cry when I got the news, I didn’t know how to react. Crazy, I haven’t cried until i started writing this. You see, I was her favorite child growing up I was attached to her hip. Through every rehab, every overdose, I was there. Guess what I’m getting to is the intrusive thoughts are saying I don’t care that she is dead. Also telling me she was a terrible mother. That I am a mess up as an adult because of her. I’m so angry but I miss her so much. I didn’t get to say goodbye. Weeks of trying to reach her and no one would tell me anything because I’m the “sick child”. Why do the intrusive thoughts get to do this? I can’t grieve properly with all this chatter.

Just feel like getting it off my chest since I was little I always felt like my mom was my enemy like she was always competing with me and was always boy thirsty she never really focused on me although it was always me and her because I would never rly see my dad since they weren’t together I feel as if she was never really their it was alway other people taking care of me not her and I hold a lot of resentment towards her because I feel like she try’s to play this role of innocent mom whos kid hates her for no reason but that could be farther frm the truth she would always just focus on her bfs and whenever she would fight with them she would take it out on me or if she would see them making a bond with me she would also get mad the other day too I had memories of when I was 8-9 she would take me to her friends house who had two boys 10-11 and I remember we would always play ruff but their would be times where I remember they would bend me over and hump me and I never said anything I also remembered this one time she took me with this random lady and I only went that one time but I recall a boy who looked to be 13 like a teenager he told me to go under the bed and at the time I was very little like probably no more then 7 and I rember he started touching me and kissing me I never got rapid or anything tho but very touchy and I was telling my bf about it and I started crying because I hadn’t thought abt those things since years ago and now that I remembered I can’t forget and no one knew because I never told anyone but my bf just comforted me and hugged me but it makes me really sad and I know my mom wouldn’t care if I told her she also has kicked me out about 8 times already and we even had a cps case which she still blames me for although it was her fault and she also always does stuff just to upset me on purpose she also made fun of me bien suicidal and would joke about it with anyone she could get the chance too theirs a lot more that I could talk about for hours but this is already very long point is I hold so much anger and resentment towards her and if I’m being completely transparent I truly can say I hate her I feel so bad about it because in the end she is my mom but I can’t forgive her for the stuff she’s done to me and the stuff I’ve had to go through because of her I wish I could fix our relationship but at the same time I feel hopeless and like theirs no fixing it