Inadequacy is currently feeling like the worst which is probably untrue for others who are going through harsher times such as a loss, betrayal, etc. I think I'm grateful for what I have which I'm aware is not always apparent based on my actions but who's perfect? I bring up gratitude because I feel like I have to put that out there as a disclaimer before I complain. I know that life for me is amazing and blessed (all praise to God) which is why I feel crappy for even writing this.
Anyway, before I go off to more tangents, I want to reel in to the root of most of my internalized problems which is a feeling of not being enough around others (meaning anyone other than me). That sounds a bit dramatic but I have finally mustered the courage to write my feelings out which I don't feel comfortable verbalizing...not just to anyone else but even to myself. Writing is a more comforting and less engaging way to my issues which if spoken out loud will require me to find solution spaces.
I think I'm boring and others continue to be in my presence because of old tieships. I think I'm uninteresting company and others find outlets such as their phones and television to distract themselves. I think I'm unsuccessful in being a good son nor have I felt that my parents are proud of me. In fact I feel like a disappointment and an unreliable person, who has to be told how to take care of others. This eats at me so much. I have failed in so many regards.
Of course I can better myself and I'll try. But this constant theme of feeling inadequate is ever looming. Sigh.












