It's not healthy, the way I think.
I'm not okay with who I am.
So many times I've felt like there was a break through.
But I keep coming back to this place where I feel empty.
Worthless.
Nothing.
I compare myself to wonderful people.
I wish I could be like them.
I wish I was normal.
But I was told that no one wakes up and says "wow I'm glad I'm normal today"
No one is normal.
But why did God make me so needy? Or is it just me.
Did I do this to myself?
I want to be content with who I am.
But I feel like I need to change in order to be content.
Which means I'll never be.
I get mad at God sometimes, knowing he could've made me different.
I know I wasn't promised happiness in this life, but is that the same as contentment?
I am in the way of fulfilling my purpose.
I am in the way of love.
I am in the way of happiness.
I am in the way.
