This resonates with me so much. I feel like people liked the me of the past who presented as "happy" and put together. But the more I showed my truly depressed self, the more people I lost. It's sad when people can't just like us for who we are or when we feel like we can't even show our true selves to anyone just so that we can save face or keep people around.
Well it's because they are all caught in their own narratives and they can't even conceive of the you. They are busy in their recollections of you.
I have a similar experience. My family says they love me but by god they invalidated me for my entire life so how do they do that math lol. Who do they love if they've chronically misunderstood me?
This resonates with me so much. I feel like people liked the me of the past who presented as "happy" and put together. But the more I showed my truly depressed self, the more people I lost. It's sad when people can't just like us for who we are or when we feel like we can't even show our true selves to anyone just so that we can save face or keep people around.
I really relate to this.
Sometimes I feel like I don't even know the real me anymore as I've been masking so long. Being who others need you to be is so exhausting
An extreme few of people my age actually like me. The rest treat me like I am some kind of undesirable person, all because of the disability I have comes with a stigma. Without the disability my life would be a lot more positive.
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