laceandsilk
silly space cadet
- Apr 27, 2023
- 24
To be honest, life has been better.
I no longer live with my abusers, I have people who care for me, I have food, and I have a roof over my head. I'm grateful.
I don't think I deserve even this much, and I know there are people who have far less.
And yet, despite all this, I feel like perhaps it is too late for me.
And I feel like scum. I feel pathetic, ungrateful, and worthless for it.
I think if I was a stronger person, I could still make something of my life.
However, I simply don't know if I will ever overcome my trauma, anxiety, or fears.
I think I will spend all of my life in fear of ever starting anything, or being firm in anything.
When I was still in school, I would have a meltdown and cry before going into any class because I was convinced they hated me and didn't want me in there.
At any job I've had, eventually my mental state deteriorates to be anxious the whole day because any time I make a slight mistake I feel as if I don't deserve to be there.
I greatly struggle in refusing requests from anyone, even if it is unreasonable, from the fear that I'm the one being rude and that I should be more understanding of their situation.
And I know that reading all of this anyone must be thinking that I should just grow a goddamn backbone. I know.
"What's the worst that could happen?"
I don't know. And yet, I can't bring myself to do anything about it.
It's utterly pathetic.
I feel like one of those sheep that get so used to the presence of the electric fence, that once it is removed, they still remain in the area in which they were contained.
I don't know how much longer I can live like this, being an utterly useless slug, too anxious to do anything meaningful with my life.
I fear I will be like this my whole life.
I just don't know if living a life in a constant state of fear or numbness is something that is worth it.
I feel awful for my partner who must put up with me and my constant breakdowns. He is so supportive, but I don't know how long that will last, and how long it will take for him to get sick of me. He says that he could not live without me, and the fear of hurting him keeps me alive, but I don't know if maybe it is better for him if I wasn't here.
I'm sorry for sounding like an absolute spoiled brat and just whining about this.
I no longer live with my abusers, I have people who care for me, I have food, and I have a roof over my head. I'm grateful.
I don't think I deserve even this much, and I know there are people who have far less.
And yet, despite all this, I feel like perhaps it is too late for me.
And I feel like scum. I feel pathetic, ungrateful, and worthless for it.
I think if I was a stronger person, I could still make something of my life.
However, I simply don't know if I will ever overcome my trauma, anxiety, or fears.
I think I will spend all of my life in fear of ever starting anything, or being firm in anything.
When I was still in school, I would have a meltdown and cry before going into any class because I was convinced they hated me and didn't want me in there.
At any job I've had, eventually my mental state deteriorates to be anxious the whole day because any time I make a slight mistake I feel as if I don't deserve to be there.
I greatly struggle in refusing requests from anyone, even if it is unreasonable, from the fear that I'm the one being rude and that I should be more understanding of their situation.
And I know that reading all of this anyone must be thinking that I should just grow a goddamn backbone. I know.
"What's the worst that could happen?"
I don't know. And yet, I can't bring myself to do anything about it.
It's utterly pathetic.
I feel like one of those sheep that get so used to the presence of the electric fence, that once it is removed, they still remain in the area in which they were contained.
I don't know how much longer I can live like this, being an utterly useless slug, too anxious to do anything meaningful with my life.
I fear I will be like this my whole life.
I just don't know if living a life in a constant state of fear or numbness is something that is worth it.
I feel awful for my partner who must put up with me and my constant breakdowns. He is so supportive, but I don't know how long that will last, and how long it will take for him to get sick of me. He says that he could not live without me, and the fear of hurting him keeps me alive, but I don't know if maybe it is better for him if I wasn't here.
I'm sorry for sounding like an absolute spoiled brat and just whining about this.