Recently I went to a close family member's memorial service. I couldn't attend the actual burial and funeral due to covid restrictions. The day involved a lot of travelling. My DCs stayed at home with DH.
All day long my sibling (referred to as 'they' to reduce probability of being outed here) was praised by my parents and other family members for being resilient, strong and together. They were asked to do a reading. I wasn't asked as my family knew I would get emotional. I was fine with this as I didn't want to do it. However afterwards my sibling was heaped with praise. To be fair they did really well and I gladly told them that it was a great job. I was teased for crying (silently) during the service. I drew no attention to myself whatsoever.
My sibling has been more successful than me, in that we both wanted to study medicine but I realised that I would struggle with giving bad news to relatives etc as I'd be too emotionally involved. Instead I trained as a teacher. I'm really good at this, maybe because I'm tuned in to the emotional needs of my infant classes? Anyway my sibling is now a consultant and doing well. I'm genuinely proud of them. My sibling got a big leg up by going to a private school whereas I was at a low performing comprehensive. I got good grades but struggled at a level as I was taught to test. I got a mediocre degree due to low confidence, living it up clubbing and crippling anxiety.
Today I just felt like the black sheep of the family. I wear my heart on my sleeve, yes. I'm happy and bubbly a lot of the time, I share my successes and congratulate others on theirs. When things are hard I try to hide it but I can't always. I cry often. Why is this bad?