It is very hard to love yourself when society has murdered everything you loved about yourself and people as a whole. I realize I am a common denominator of misfortune, but it is becoming impossible for me to blame myself for everything.
Through my journey to reach unconditional self-love, after being denied the right to be myself all these years to please others, I am struggling with not hating the entirety of humanity. For to hate humans, is to hate what I am, which denies unconditional self-love.
I now find myself with intolerance toward being ignored, put off, and neglected. I deny these people any further entry into my life, because people who have followed those very same patterns who I have allowed into my life destroy a part of me.
I suffer from Attention Deficit Disorder, Anxiety, Major Depressive Disorder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; I am riddled with arthritis and various physical ailments. I am a complete recluse, unable to work, unable to find 'friends'. I have been a hermit for the last five years. Despite all this information I force myself to be a bright optimist in front of everyone.
What is the use . . ?
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