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1. Thinking someone else is more important than me and thus take a step back/adjust.

2. Making someone else's problem, my problem, because see #1.

3. Feeling negative about myself. I almost constantly think people will look at me and think "Jesus fuck, who does she think she is? Loser!". Just last night 2 of my cousins were visiting my parents. I hadn't seen them in forever and my parents invited me over for coffee so we could meet. These were my thoughts: "I am fat and they will notice and they will think less of me" "I am still single and thus a forever loser." "I am failing at life" "They will wonder why the hell I'm there and think I'm a loser" "I have no interesting life" "I look weird" "I didn't say the right things" etc...etc...

It's funny because the eldest of 2 cousins, who is a few years younger than me and who I look up to a lot etc...was actually saying the same things. She's never happy with herself, always doubting herself, never thinks high of herself etc...We seem to have a lot in common and yet I still think: "I should not bother her with a visit because she's just trying to be polite and say she'd love to, but she doesn't and why should she because who the fuck am I?!" I never want to bother people, also see #1 and 2.

Yeah...

4. Doubting myself and my abilities ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Like, see #1 and 3. Stop it already, sheesh!

5. Worrying, creating demons out of everything. It's not helpful, at all, I never gained anything positive from it, like EVER and just STOP!

6. Hiding and keeping quiet, see point 1 -5.

7. Eating bad foods, overeating. The extra weight I carry with me is not helpful, because see #3 and 4 . It's like this vicious cycle I am in.

8. Being so hard on myself, see #7.

9. Focusing on the bad things.


I really find it amazing how I make it so hard for myself all the time. Why do I think other people are more important than me, why do I think I deserve bad thoughts and things? I have learned, a lot, the past couple of years. But I am someone who longs for freedom, and this is one of the most important things I want to be freed of: my demons. Just be. Being able to see that I am a good person, that I have good qualities. And why do I find it so difficult/scary to just DO it? Why do I cherish the pain/hurt/anxiety so much?

One day, maybe one day.

At least today was a good day: spent a lovely day with my mom and it was the first time in like forever it was this calm and nice. ♥︎

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prettygoodyear: (seasons - winter - desolation winter)
 I have a headache and my body aches. I had those 'put everything in the right order or else you won't be able to continue' dreams the last couple of nights. I don't have a fever, but all together I just don't feel well. The thought of going to work is one I can't comprehend right now, because all I want to do is lay down and be apathetic and nothing else. I know my body is telling me to take a step back and take care of myself, but as always there's the super guilt. I can come up with so many reasons why I shouldn't call in sick.So I haven't picked up the phone yet, even though I know that's what I should do: call in sick for the rest of the week. I work with colleagues who always keep on going strong, even when they are dying. And I'm someone who looks up to other people and think that what they do/say/feel is of more value than my own thoughts and actions. Which is silly. This is my body. My life. My health. I know my body and mind better than anyone else and I am just different than the lot of them. But not any less. 

So I'll have to pick up the phone and make the dreaded call. And I should let go of all the guilt. 
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prettygoodyear: (seasons - autumn - Rain on window)
…about losing Timmie is that the last time I saw him was 2 weeks before his death while I was taking care of him while my parents were away for a few days. I rushed my visits in the morning because I had to go to work, but also rushed it at nights for no real reasons. And I still feel so fucking guilty about it, not having cuddled him loads. I petted him, I did, and I talked to him, like always, but I should have taken my time to do so. I never had a proper goodbye or cuddle. It's eating me up inside. He was old, and sick and I just didn't give him enough love and attention and now he is dead and I won't ever be able to cuddle him and tell him I love him.

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