The last few years have certainly put me through the wringer; mind, heart and soul. I've never felt that I was anything overly special, but then again, I haven't for a number of years felt like I was worthless either.
With friends turning their backs on me and the only woman I have ever truly loved walking out of my life and apparently moving on so easily from me, while I continue to be miserable almost a year later, I have come to ask myself more and more of late: What's wrong with me?
I am not hideous looking, so I should not scare people away on that score.
I make decent money and am becoming more and more financially secure every day, as I pay down my student loan debt and debts incurred when I was caring for my sick horse.
I am a kind soul. I don't seek to hurt others. I remember birthdays and anniversaries and do appropriate gifts and remembrances for such occasions. I believe in love and want to give love as well as receive it.
So what's wrong with me?
I know there is no practical answer to that rhetorical question, but perhaps you can share ways you've dealt with the darker moments of your life. I'd love to hear them if you do. You might help me and others.
“I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort—and disappointment and perseverance.”—Vincent van Gogh