Stop yelling at me
Stop telling me I'm just like Craig
Stop calling me rude or nasty or other words
Stop telling me I don't care about you
Stop telling me I don't appreciate you
Stop telling me that I don't understand how stressed you are
Stop getting mad at me when I binge or purge
Stop getting mad at me for telling Terry things I don't tell you
Stop being mad at me for telling Terry you hit me
Stop telling Craig and your friends everything about me
Stop being angry with me for not being healthy
It doesn't help me
It doesn't make me less stressed
It just makes me miserable.
I'm sorry I'm not good enough.
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"What I realized suddenly was that the true failure would have been if I hadn't given a damn. You can bandage a wound, set a broken bone, but not caring...you can't cure that and you can't recover from it."
"What I realized suddenly was that the true failure would have been if I hadn't given a damn. You can bandage a wound, set a broken bone, but not caring...you can't cure that and you can't recover from it."
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3 comments:
It's impossible to be the best. There has always been someone better, or someone who will be better. There's no universal standard that you can reach, because there's no way to measure many things.
It only matters if you are good enough for you.
You told me once that no one else can define me; that I defrine myself.
So I'm telling you now, no one else can define who you are. You define yourself. If you are good enough for yourself, nothing else matters.
You're not just like Craig.
You're not rude.
You're not nasty.
You care deeply about a lot of things- more than most people. That includes your parents.
You do appreciate them, and I know your level of empathy, so I'm sure you know how stressed they are.
It's not okay for people to be angry with you because you aren't healing on their schedule. Everyone heals on their own schedule, and that's between you and you (and maybe Terry), and nobody else.
It's good and healthy for you to be able to trust Terry with things you can't trust to anyone else.
It was brave and right of you to tell Terry that your mom hit you.
It isn't right for your parents to tell everyone private things about you.
It isn't right for your parents to be angry for you because you aren't healthy. Your health problems weren't created by you, and you're doing your best to overcome them.
You are loved.
I meant that you care deeply about your parents, not that you care deeply more than your parents (although you might). Sorry :)
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