SLIDER

✖ self-created stockholm syndrome

I’ve gone and decided to put the apartment that I deeply love on sale. The decision has been extremely tough. The apartment complex is having some renovations that will increase the cost of the living here and even though in its own way it is making the decision making a bit easier, it still feels like the end of the world.



It’s kind of like having a Stockholm syndrome and bear with me, whilst I write it out. While I have wonderful memories watching my son grow a blooming five-year-old I also have twice as many hurtful memories in this apartment. It feels like those hurtful memories are effin' up with my mental health. And while the healing is on me, I feel like I'm not able to heal here where I am now.


The divorce happened a couple of years ago. It was painful, even though all the warning signs were there and before I even knew it would happen I mentally started preparing myself for it. Since that, there has been moving in and out. So I moved back to the apartment we own together with the father of my son a bit over a year ago now. Since then, my mental health has gone into a massive downhill.


I made a bunch of progress with my mental health when I moved out. Even though there was still this weird hard to explain status but definitely going to end up in an official divorce kind of a relationship going on, I felt like I was in charge of my own life and happiness for a little while. Even though my life was a mess and happiness was something I had no clue of its being.



I love the apartment, I love the memories it has.


But new bathroom carpet and shower curtain with self-drawn boobs cannot fix all the times I've sat in that very same shower and cried away the panic attacks I've desperately wanted to hide due to a lack of empathy on the side of that person that was supposed to love me until the end of our days.


Painting over a grey-ish green wall in the bedroom won't change all those times I didn't feel safe in my own body. And don't get me wrong, this is not a testimonial on telling everyone how my ex-husband abused me. It's the realisation that I abused myself on not staying true to my own beliefs. For bending my limits to feel loved or touched, and then go cry about it in the bathroom later. Even the wall is now painted, every time I close my eyes on that very same bedroom all those times cross my mind and it's causing me a lot of distress ending up with insomnia.


Applying DC-fix on kitchen cupboards won't erase the moments of frustration and time spent having mental breakdowns on its floor.


Painting the living room walls won't change the atmosphere in the room, not at least in my mind. For outsiders, it may be a breathtaking new view.


Replacing every piece of furniture in the apartment with things I paid by myself for myself is not going to change the atmosphere between its walls.


Bringing more greenery in will only kill the plants, not making them stronger and healthier.


Do you believe in plants thriving in happy environments? I do. I've witnessed it by myself. Or perhaps, it's the windows facing the wrong way but please, let me have this.



Tomorrow, I will be contacting the real estate agent and putting things in motion. It is not healthy to be hanging on to something that is only killing you slowly. The apartment is not worth an emotionally broken owner. I deserve better, the apartment deserves better. It's time to move on.

2 comments

  1. I've never felt attachments like that to people or places, but then my childhood ruined that ability for me. What kind of work are they doing if it's going to increase your costs of living?

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  2. You've perfectly described the nuanced and often complex connections we have to the places that we've lived. I wish you well with everything in the future!

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