I am a complete chump. Live to please others. Have this compulsive need to help others, even to the detriment of my own needs. Ridden with anxiety and worry and I feel tired now. I think I'm done.
Nothing I do to try and better myself ever lasts. Broke my diet yet again, stopped my skincare routine, my 'positive vibes' attitude has disappeared. Just like they always do.
But does any of it even matter? All the pain and anxiety? I won't last forever in this world. All those feelings and actions will be gone when I am. What is the point of me even being here? All my broken dreams will be non-existent and the world will carry on.
The stress and misery I feel in work will have been for nothing. The self-hatred and disgust I feel for my body won't matter. The constant panic, distress and sense of failure of everyday life...just a speck of dust in the universe.
My family and friends are all wonderful but...I don't understand what they find so great about me. I always let them down, just by being me. I want them to have all the love and happiness they deserve and I feel I am not enough.
I think other people are important. But when it comes to myself I feel almost as if I am not a person, more like a means to help people with what they need.
Feeling a bit detached and scared.