Am i enough? for others, even for myself? i feel used, in a lot of ways. Someone wants something of me, from me, give me , give me, give me, and if you don’t give it to me, I will take it..
I thought i could be alone without any problems. But i seem to be finding out differently. My mother told me to always go biking with my husband. i did, and for years wondered why she said it. I asked and she told me she didn’t want me to be alone.
Being alone, the concept isn’t hard to grasp. But my life has been doing for others, and if there is no one to do for, except myself, then it may not get done. Simple things,getting up in the morning., making myself breakfast, putting on makeup.
I need someone, like a child needs a parent. I hate that i am this way, but it is true.
I don’t think i am enough to exist alone. I am not enough. I am not enough for me, or anyone else.