We all have insecurities. We all feel less than what we think we should be. But do you value yourself?
Sometimes, I think I do. But there's always been this little voice inside of me that says I'm not good enough, says that I do everything wrong, and makes me believe I'm worthless. I've wrestled with it all of my life, and I don't think I'm alone in this particular fight. Most people seem to fight with their insecurities every day.
Through meditation, I learned to listen and then deny that voice and it's power. But since my routine has NOT been resurrected as I intended, I can honestly say that I've fallen back into the same insecurities.
Talking to a friend has helped me see why I don't want to be like this. He makes me feel crushingly insecure, but that isn't what opened my eyes.
It's his way of dealing with his own insecurities that showed me what's wrong with how I am now dealing with mine.
He once had people he confessed his problems to, but they shut him down and abandoned him when he needed them most. He once had people who made him hate himself. And then he finally kicked them out of his life.
But instead of dealing with the cuts in his soul that these people left behind, he let them fester. Now, he's become much like the people he refuses to think or talk about. Anyone mentions their problems, he shuts them down, because he believes everyone should deal with their own problems. Anyone makes him feel in the slightest inferior, he shuts them out, and turns that same feeling back on them.
I am the first to admit I have many scars upon my soul. But they are scars. Flaws in the framework of my inner self, but they have closed and healed. I haven't allowed infection to settle and infect the rest of my soul. And while more cuts continue to be added to the number, each one is carefully tended and given what it needs to heal.
This boy does not have that. His cuts have never healed, and if he doesn't change sometime soon, I'm afraid that he's going to die of them.
And trying to help him has shredded my self-worth like nothing I've done before. I'm finally to a point where I have to back off and tend my own wounds. I feel guilty, like I should keep on trying to save this guy from himself, but I know this isn't really my responsibility. But my emotions about myself are. And I need to help myself feel better again.
How can I help anyone else if I don't help myself?
You said it yourself at the end there. You can't really help anyone if you can't help yourself. One of the sad truths is as well, that not everyone can be saved. It's a shame that guy is like that but you can't help those who don't want to be helped and it's not a fault or flaw you have, it's a fault or flaw they have. Don't let it get to you my friend.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely agree with your sentiments and Mark's as well Kyla, the only way anybody can get out of their problems is by their own actions, by what they do themselves. I know how evil and how terrible that inner chatterbox is that always tells us that we can't do good enough or we're not good enough but the important thing is to always remember that chatterbox is you and only you can control it. Wonderful to read some writing from you again though, I always enjoy it.
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