Friends/Family/Significant Other: “You should open up to us. Communicate. I’m here to listen. It might help.”
Me: *Opens up, falls to pieces, starts trying to explain my anxiety, and my feelings. Explaining how I know I need to talk to someone, and that’s what I’m trying to get lined up, but until then, I just need some semblance of comfort, and normalcy. I need to feel loved, and worthy, because my brain, and my heart, love to tell me that I’m not good enough. That I’ll never be loved. That it’s too late for your happy ending. Crying out to my higher power, every night, begging for some sign, some type of goodness, some memory of who I used to be, before my spirit and soul were crushed.*
Friends: “Maybe you should get therapy.” 😳
Family: “Just pray about it, sweetie.”
Significant Other: “You need to get out of your head. You overthink too fucking much. You’re crying for literally no reason, like, just try to chill. “You should smoke weed. It’ll help.” (I rarely even drink. Never liked smoking weed. Don’t care who does, it isn’t for me. He knows that. After almost 7 fucking years, HE KNOWS THAT.)
Me: 😳🥺 Never again. Truly, and utterly alone. Fuck.
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Unapologetic 