It’s not the first time I experienced this feeling. So often, during therapy sessions or when my honestly talking to friends, I could’ve cried. I didn’t, I pulled myself together.
I felt moved to tears because there were people actually recognizing me as a worthy person, the praised what I’ve did and they saw, that I had overcome a hard time. They were nice, they didn’t treat me like I didn’t deserve any kindness.
I don’t remember the past in details. I don’t know, when there were people really caring and kind. Of course my family loved me – I guess, but I created a huge distance such that I wasn’t able to feel this love anymore.
Friendships were not serious. I thought they were friends but in the end they didn’t treat me good (Only once in my lifetime I found people who where honest and kind – and I was so stupid and left them, kept them in my heart but left).
It’s so tough searching for something in the false place! I won’t feel better if I’m not starting to treat myself better. To “love” myself – to trust myself and to be kind. How could I feel good, if I’m punishing myself with every thought and word which judges what I’ve done. Nothing was good enough …