It's been a rough few days. I've come to realize I'm not good enough. I'm not good enough to have a steady job. I'm not good enough for most people to stick by me. I'm not even good enough for the person I love. I'm just not.
People keep telling me that to be good enough for other people, I have to be good enough for me.
Why? I've been completely broken and fucked up. How am I ever going to be good enough for me? I let someone rip me limb from limb and went back asking for more. I handed them my heart and soul and very being on silver platter to do what they wished with. And they did. They destroyed me.
Why is it that I've finally been able to trust again and open up, and that isn't good enough? I don't think anyone realizes how hard it is for me to even go out in public (even to this day), let alone let anyone in my life.
I try. All I want to do is make those around me happy. That is what makes me happy.
I was told that it's okay that I'm broken, it's okay that I'm fucked up. That they still love me and they can handle everything that comes with that. But can you? Can you handle the constant nightmares? The random panic attacks? The days I don't want to be touched? My severe mood swings? The fact that I can be extremely needy for no reason at all (I can't even explain it)? That I hate being alone, especially at night? That I'm afraid of it?
Honestly, even my closest friends can't handle all that. I just need someone to see all of this and say "It's going to be hard, but you're going to get through this. And I'll be there every step of the way. Even through the difficult times, I'll be there no matter what. I'll love you no matter what."
I really don't think I can do this on my own anymore. It's just made it worse. But I can't talk to anyone about it. My friends think it means I'm not over that person. And I don't like bringing up what happened to my boyfriend or that I'm still always hurting (no matter how badly I need to talk about it) because I see the hurt in his eyes.
The sad thing is, even when I'm hurting more than ever, all he has to do is take me in his arms and I calm down. My mind stops screaming. The nightmares are bearable. I can't do that for him though. I can't do that for anyone.
Maybe they won't let me. I don't know. Honestly though, it hurts more anything that has been done to me to know that I can't. I finally found people that I trust again yet I still feel worthless.
I've given them my heart. My trust. My energy. My time. And in one case, my body. Everything I have to give. But it's not enough.
All I want is to be good enough... And because I'm broken, I never will be...