All my life I have put my friends before myself. All my life I have asked how they were doing. How they’re holding up. If they’re okay. If they need anyone to talk to. To have a shoulder to cry on. A rock to keep them in place. Someone to come to when they don’t know what to do or what to say. I have always been there. No matter what, I have always been there. I don’t judge, I don’t talk until everything they have to let out is said, I don’t even tell them what’s going on i my life because at those moments, they’re all I care about, even if I’m crying out for someone to ask me how I’m doing or how I’m holding up, if I’m okay. If I need anyone to talk to. If I need a shoulder to cry on, a rock to keep me in place. If I have someone I can go to someone when I don’t know what to do or say. I don’t have anyone for that because I am constantly being brought into other people’s problems.
But lately I have been sick of it, I still put up with it, but I’m sick of it. I’m tired of being the go-to girl, the one everyone expects something from. I know it sounds selfish in a way to say that I’m tired of helping others when I need someone to help me, but it’s true. I’m slowly breaking but I have no one to tell this to. I think the main reason I ask everyone how they’re doing and whatnot is because a part of me is hoping that they’ll ask the same. I would just like someone to care, even if they have to pretend they do.
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well tell me how are you doing?
You can talk to me if you want, I’m a great listener, and I know the feeling of being the go to girl in every situation. like in my expierence I feel like I’m giving so much and not getting anything in return.
So, how are you? I’m here to talk.
I told two of my best friends about my depression and I think it only made the situation worse. Not everyone can handle the thought of someone hating their life. My friends, although I know they really do care, they just aren’t capable of helping. Now, in someways, I feel even worse knowing they know that I am so unbelievably unhappy and yet they still say nothing, but like I said earlier, some people, as much as we wish they were, just aren’t able to handle other people’s problems. I know venting on here isn’t the same as having someone you care about ask you if you are okay.. But we are all here for you. I would love to hear your story.
I was also that person. I feel that same way. Once I stopped (almost 3 years ago) I lost them all. Now I don’t talk to any of them. I’m not sure which is worse. I’m lonely either way. You can always talk to us on here.