I know what it’s like to define yourself as a failure. Not someone who fails. But someone who has never succeeded, never felt worthy, never felt that they truly deserved the accomplishments they’ve achieved. You feel pathetic. You feel like you’re friends and family are betting on a losing horse. You feel like you owe your whole existence to one person, but yet killing yourself for them still wouldn’t be payment enough. I wouldn’t wish this downward spiral on anyone.
Today I’ve experienced hardships from every angle. A friend that is beyond worked up and anxious feeling like her next move only consists of stripping or the military or death. I cannot describe what I would give to tell her and show her what kind of a person she is the the true potential she has to be great in any field she chooses. Even if that path leads her to strip or the military or the be the doctor that cures cancer. She has greatness inside her and I don’t know how to make her notice how spectacular and unique and truly amazing of a human she is.
My other “friend” hasn’t really been considered one for a year now. Every mean derogatory name you can think of, she fits the bill. And yet I’m still concerned to the pits of my being that she will attempt something truly stupid. She is the smartest person I have ever met, but the fact that she acts like it makes me never want to tell her how much I admire her wit and knowledge. She’s that friend that you’ll be having a great time with then do something really shorty that makes you regret ever making time in your schedule for this person. She went from being a good person that sometimes does shitty things, to a really shitty person that might do a good thing every once in a while. It sucks. I want to shake her and slap her and wake her up from this dark, egotistical, dramatic, funk she’s in. But I’m not a therapist, nor am I a psychiatrist, nor do I have any kind of answers. It’s not my place to slap, talk, or wake her up, but dear God how much I wish I could. She’s the first to push you away then bitch she has no one in her life, that kills me the most, because if she ever called me and said she needed me, I would be there in a heartbeat, because every human needs compassion and love, and the warmth of another person to guide them out of the darkness.
Knowing you’re not alone is just as powerful as knowing you’re not actually crazy, knowing that the fears and anxiety and irrationality is not only common but normal..I could cry right now just thinking of the 500lb weight being lifted from my chest. Walking around with the ideas that you’re pathetic, worthless, a failure, you owe someone an emotional debt so great you could never repay them, it hurts and weighs, and kills. Oh how I wish I could take my beloved friends and show them how they’re my light. They’re my rock. I feel worn and like I could expire at any moment without them, I just wish they could see the strength they provide for me.