This is a true "First World Problem" to me...but it is the defining struggle of my life. I can only remember a handful of times in my life when I felt that it was okay for me to just be myself. That all of my flaws, my quirks, my idiosyncrasies, and my weirdness would be accepted in spite of how flawed, quirky, idiosyncratic, or weird they were. The rest of my life I've spent trying to be someone else. Trying to look like someone else, dress like them, talk like them, be like them. Because no one wants to be me right? I'm tired of the criticism, tired of hearing those same taunts in my head over and over again that haunt me and drive me to be someone else.
I've been picked on my entire life. I'm tenderhearted and thoughtful, giving and sensitive...and it has been perceived as weakness time and time again. "Yeah, let's pick on THAT guy...he looks like an easy target!" And it's made me bitter and hateful, guarded if not armored, and more than just offended. It has left me wounded, tired, lonely, and depressed. No one cares that I care. When I try to help, no one wants my help. And so I have become the thing I hate...a total, standoffish, flagrantly offensive jerk. Because no one will know that I really, really, really care how they are, what hurts they're going through, or if I can help in any way if I act disaffected, indifferent, and aloof to their suffering.
Forgive me. This is the first time I've even tried to write down how I feel in many months. I am just rambling, really. I don't feel like I am worthy of anything so I constantly try to prove it to myself...and also to everyone else by proxy. How can I just be me and be happy with that? How can I even know who and what I am? I'm making everyone around me miserable because I'm miserable. What can I do in this? Thank you for your advice and assistance.
I've been picked on my entire life. I'm tenderhearted and thoughtful, giving and sensitive...and it has been perceived as weakness time and time again. "Yeah, let's pick on THAT guy...he looks like an easy target!" And it's made me bitter and hateful, guarded if not armored, and more than just offended. It has left me wounded, tired, lonely, and depressed. No one cares that I care. When I try to help, no one wants my help. And so I have become the thing I hate...a total, standoffish, flagrantly offensive jerk. Because no one will know that I really, really, really care how they are, what hurts they're going through, or if I can help in any way if I act disaffected, indifferent, and aloof to their suffering.
Forgive me. This is the first time I've even tried to write down how I feel in many months. I am just rambling, really. I don't feel like I am worthy of anything so I constantly try to prove it to myself...and also to everyone else by proxy. How can I just be me and be happy with that? How can I even know who and what I am? I'm making everyone around me miserable because I'm miserable. What can I do in this? Thank you for your advice and assistance.