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I am involved with a constant internal battle of my own self esteem, fear of lonliness, and body issues. I am the most outgoing and extroverted person in my social scene and I make a point to be noticed by everyone but I think it’s only because I’m scared to death of being alone and being misunderstood.
I find myself lavishing all of my attention on my significant other and I’ve recently realized that that person alone can not make me happy. That person cannot complete me.
Only I can complete myself. And, I need to work on that. I need to be selfish.
But aren’t I already being selfish by creating a beautiful cushion of friends and a perception of reality that’s quite enviable? I know that other people aren’t the key to success. It starts within one’s own heart.
I think we’re all struggling to find peace with that. I know I am.
Thanks for asking.
I’m tired, but happy enough.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t define myself by my projects. Other times I worry there’s not much to me beyond my to-do list.
Sometimes I’m terrified I’ll suffer from the same depression that haunted my mom for a decade.
Most of the time, though, I feel like I’m a very lucky person and I am grateful at where I find myself in life. And that it’s important to wring every moment out of every lucky day. One must always keep going.
So: happy, but tired. ![]()
I’m married to a wonderful person, and beyond the normal squabbles any married couple has, we’re doing very, very well. I have a group of friends that seems to grow week by week; these people have seemed to accept me unconditionally, and knowing all of them has enriched my life to a degree that’s difficult to explain. My family and that of my spouse is healthy and happy. My job comes with the same set of irritations that anyone would expect, but overall, I’m still pleased to be doing what I’m doing.
So why am I awake in the middle of the night, wondering what I should be doing differently? Why am I questioning some of my new relationships? Why don’t I feel like I’m doing right by the people closest to me?
I have no business complaining, because I have it pretty good. So why don’t I feel that way?
I am paralyzed with fear of failure. I feel every drop of irony as this paralysis brings that failure closer and closer - that if I ceased being afraid of it, then I’d have the time and skill to succeed.
I wonder, quite academically, if I am depressed. It’s a curious thing, but it’s as much a crutch as a sincere inquiry. If I’m depressed, -really-, then I can’t really be held accountable for that failure, can I?
I like the path I am on, but I am terrified it might not lead where I want it to.
My world is wonderful: I have an awesome husband, three beautiful adult daughters, a great son-in-law, and a day job that I really enjoy (as well as wonderful co-workers). I, personally, need to work on the fact that I don’t feel I deserve all the good things in my life…and I really didn’t realize that until I started responding to your post.
Thank you for asking!
I’m tired. I’m tired of surviving. Tired of the left turns. Tired of waiting for something better. Tired of trying to get past this and make something better.
I know I can do better, and try to everyday, but don’t know if I’m worthy of it. Don’t know if I’m as talented as people think I am. I think I’m a hack in the long run.
Sometimes I consider if I should quit this “Career” and relegate myself to walmart life.
I have great people around me, but don’t think I let them lift me up. I don’t want to bother them with my problems.
I’m tired of feeling bored. If you spent your whole life telling yourself that you were meant for greatness, then just a good “normal” life feels like a let down. I’m tired of being good under the guise that “good” things happen to “good” people. I’m tired of believing in Karma. I’m convinced that the sooner I’m willing to step on people to get ahead, the sooner I will. Alas, the passion I have for the other parts of my life is sadly missing from my work.
I’m tired of never feeling like I’m enough… not smart enough, not successful enough, not caring enough, not witty enough, not attractive enough, not enough to make someone happy enough to want to be with only me. I’m tired of not being able to believe someone when they compliment me or tell me that they love me, because I don’t believe that anyone really could. Even when things are wonderful and I should be happy, I live in a constant state of anxiety that my boss, my friends, or significant other will realize they made a mistake and get rid of me. I’m tired of feeling like the only way someone will ever be happy around me is if I put on an act all the time and be someone else. I’m terrified that I’ll be the one someone tolerates and settles for, and my life will be a lie. I’m tired of others assuming I must have the world on a string because I smile and laugh. I’ve accomplished quite a lot, but I feel guilty for having done so and I feel like those small accomplishments will never add up to the number of failures I see in my life because I was too afraid to go after them.
While I’m terrified that I won’t ever be enough to make someone else happy, it scares me even more that I don’t think I’ll ever be enough to make myself happy.
So me? I’m tired.

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