I just had to post this
What is the problem? For many years I have asked myself this question, and I have been giving myself one answer; me. For the past six years I have convinced myself that I am the problem. Whether the issues were between me, my family, my friends, or even my crushes, I was convinced that I was the one to blame. I am not exaggerating; I blamed myself for not being pretty, not being social, not being athletic, and most importantly, not being smart. Obviously, these are insecurity issues, so clearly that is the problem. But why have I been having insecurity issues? The only thing that comes to mind is how I was raised, and that led to me hating myself. I never loved myself, I honestly, I still think I don’t. But why don’t I love myself? I still have my health and wealth, Alhamdulillah. I honestly believe I was never loved. I mean, I know my parents love me; it’s just that growing up, somewhere along the road my parents just stopped showing it. My past was horrible, I hate my past. I mostly recall crying all the time and just being upset. I was never happy. And if I was, then it was taken from me in an instant, and I still feel that that applies. I just want to cry. I never got to do what I wanted in my past, and it ruined me. I’m depressed now. I have no motivation to do anything anymore and I am on the edge of failing all my courses this year. What do I do? How do I fix this?
I can’t fix the past, but I can make the present right.>>