This is a post full of negativity. I know it's very biased, and I don't always think like this, but that's how I feel right now.
I have a hard time feeling any sort of compassion for myself. When I see myself I just feel contempt sometimes, and I can't even bring myself to wish that good things would happen to me.
I remember reading someone saying that all people deserve love because nobody would think that a baby doesn't deserve love, and therefore all the grown-up babies also deserve love by extension. But I think that reasoning is wrong. Babies are innocent, and bad things happen to them. They cannot be blamed, and therefore it can be said that they are good by nature, and that they are in-themselves good for the world. But adults can be the source of bad things. It may come a point when being evil and disgusting is just part of a person's nature. And in that case is not easy to say that someone deserves love.
I feel like such an evil person. No big tragedy has happened to me, and I've been more or less as mean to other people as other people have been mean to me. I could adscribe all my life's problems to my own cowardice, incompetence, selfishness... And so, when I feel depressed the most, I just feel I deserve it. On the contrary, it would be selfish of me to even want to belong to the world. How could I dare want people to be with me? I'm nothing but a messed up person who clings to others out of despair. I'd be nothing but a burden. It's evil of me to want others to put up with me. Whatever good I may have in me is overshadowed by the dirty parts of me. Even feeling depressed is pathetic; there are people who have suffered more and have really good hearts and those are the only ones who need the already scarce compassion of others. I'm actually getting on their way. Wherever I look, I only find more things to blame myself for. Anytime someone complains about toxic people, I recognize myself in them. I have no right to feel anxious or hurt or insecure, because I'm the one who is bothering others and they don't owe me anything.
Maybe I could sonehow make myself useful to others instead of a hindrance, but I feel that would only be a facade. I know that I would never be able to change some aspects of myself. When I recall my earliest memories as a child, I have not really changed in some areas: I'm scared of the same things, I have the same selfish desires, I'm angry for the same reasons. It's how I am; they are conflicts integral to my identity. I could never be the selfless, confident, positive person that is considered the bare minimum for a "decent" person. And if I had to become such a decent person, I would have to get rid of all the bad thoughts I've ever had, all my selfishnes, and I would simply be erased. All the years I've lived would be worthless because even in my best times I've never been the person others expect me to be.
I can't really blame others for wanting me to disappear.
I have a hard time feeling any sort of compassion for myself. When I see myself I just feel contempt sometimes, and I can't even bring myself to wish that good things would happen to me.
I remember reading someone saying that all people deserve love because nobody would think that a baby doesn't deserve love, and therefore all the grown-up babies also deserve love by extension. But I think that reasoning is wrong. Babies are innocent, and bad things happen to them. They cannot be blamed, and therefore it can be said that they are good by nature, and that they are in-themselves good for the world. But adults can be the source of bad things. It may come a point when being evil and disgusting is just part of a person's nature. And in that case is not easy to say that someone deserves love.
I feel like such an evil person. No big tragedy has happened to me, and I've been more or less as mean to other people as other people have been mean to me. I could adscribe all my life's problems to my own cowardice, incompetence, selfishness... And so, when I feel depressed the most, I just feel I deserve it. On the contrary, it would be selfish of me to even want to belong to the world. How could I dare want people to be with me? I'm nothing but a messed up person who clings to others out of despair. I'd be nothing but a burden. It's evil of me to want others to put up with me. Whatever good I may have in me is overshadowed by the dirty parts of me. Even feeling depressed is pathetic; there are people who have suffered more and have really good hearts and those are the only ones who need the already scarce compassion of others. I'm actually getting on their way. Wherever I look, I only find more things to blame myself for. Anytime someone complains about toxic people, I recognize myself in them. I have no right to feel anxious or hurt or insecure, because I'm the one who is bothering others and they don't owe me anything.
Maybe I could sonehow make myself useful to others instead of a hindrance, but I feel that would only be a facade. I know that I would never be able to change some aspects of myself. When I recall my earliest memories as a child, I have not really changed in some areas: I'm scared of the same things, I have the same selfish desires, I'm angry for the same reasons. It's how I am; they are conflicts integral to my identity. I could never be the selfless, confident, positive person that is considered the bare minimum for a "decent" person. And if I had to become such a decent person, I would have to get rid of all the bad thoughts I've ever had, all my selfishnes, and I would simply be erased. All the years I've lived would be worthless because even in my best times I've never been the person others expect me to be.
I can't really blame others for wanting me to disappear.