Damn. I read a post in @COWolfe’s journal midday. I could absolutely relate. Then @remarkable replied, and he called it quite accurately.
What do I get out of speaking poorly of myself?
Why do I seek other’s acceptance more than my own?
Why do I try to go down in life, even when good is happening?
Why would I moan about this shit constantly?
WHY?
I’ve gotten attention from it. Good attention, bad attention, it’s really never mattered. It fed the little self-esteem I had. I was 19 when I began counselling, and I changed from one turning my pain into something good in my 20’s to…keeping the focus on my pain in my 40’s. Nothing else. 'Why not girls? Success? Anything else? I’ve RARELY given such attention to other things. I rarely felt good enough to even pursue such things. But also, I knew pursuing the others was lying to myself. I didn’t want those things.
I sound like a certified narcissist.
Shit. Damn. I’ve done it to keep me a needy victim in other people’s eyes. “Poor me” allowed me to avoid growing up. I was able to feel and act young (or immature) around others. I used it whether alone or with others. It’s been my “default” setting. Oh poor me (needy eyes, low self-esteem, no direction and vulnerable to other’s wants and needs).
I wrestled imagining sharing this today. I felt like such a phony here. I was disgusted with everything I’ve done. I imagined coming and deleting a bunch of recent posts.
I wonder “what is growth…for me?” I just don’t know at this moment.