Today is actually a lot tougher for me to articulate than yesterday was simply because my answer will be a little more broad.
Day 8 is “Something that you struggle with.”
My answer? Everything.
One of the first subjects I ever wrote about was my struggle with adulthood. I am just no good at it.
I can’t math, I can’t sing, I have literally the worst handwriting in the world.
I get tired of everything far too often. I get cranky easy. Life is hard dude. It really is. Like for instance, I burned my elbow on my car door today. ON. MY. STINKING. CAR DOOR. And it burned like a mo-fo. Sweet Lord up in Heaven.
Anyway, I have so many insecurities; do people even like me, do I have bad breath, am I actually funny and that’s why people laugh or do they feel bad for me? I struggle with social anxiety. And I have a hard time admitting that because when I told someone that not too long ago they told me that everyone struggles with it. Get over it. But that’s nearly impossible. I found a little comic strip today depicting anxiety and I almost broke down into tears because of how real it was.
Being a person in general is terrifying. Every time I am out in a public place all I can think about is, “What do these people think of me? Can they tell I’ve gained weight? Do they think I am pretty? Ugly? Plain?” And it doesn’t stop. It is exhausting. I struggle with my self-worth. With my self-image. I struggle with myself.
I wish I had a positive spin to put on the end of this, but I don’t. I apologize. Like I said, sometimes I am bad at stuff.