Why can’t I do all the things she does? Why am I not confident enough? Brave enough? Why have I always been a good girl, in every possible way? Everyone else seems to have so much fun.
They don’t understand what I’ve been through…
No one understands.
I’m sure everyone is plagued by thoughts of doubt and despair often enough.
So many of us look at others and then find their own lives black and white in comparison. When you look closer their lives are flawed too. The holes are simply in different places.
I’ve read of people who who accomplished great things but their bodies were riddled with disease. I’ve met women with great careers, but unwholesome marriages. Happy couples with no children. Women with the ability to stand up for themselves but have chronically ill children. Lonely single men and women, with great friends.
There’s no point in looking over the fence. I wouldn’t trade my challenges for anyone else’s.
I doubt I would be able to live through them.