An Open Letter

It’s an ugly feeling that I don’t like, and I was already starting to journal in my head when I was driving home, and several different things came to mind. One of the things was that I just kept thinking to myself that I am an ugly person, not physically, but in the sense of this jealousy and envy. Later today I am hanging out with J and I, and both of them I would consider as close friends of mine that I hang out with frequently. I is a relatively newer friend and I’m honestly not that close with him yet, but J is. I have my therapy session today, and they knew that I was busy with that, and we have plans to hang out later, but apparently right now they are hanging out together.. I have to be careful with my mind and my thoughts because I automatically kind of want to feel like shit and remind myself of how excluded I am, but that’s likely not the case this is just childhood scars and attachment wounds in play. But I can’t lie it does kind of feel shitty to not be invited. And it hurts because I considered and I still do, J as one of my closest friends here. Who am I kidding, she is my closest friend here. And she connects with I pretty well it seems like they have their own friendship completely separate from me which is completely normal and I understand is healthy and natural, but it hurts me in these jealous ways. Like I think about how she doesn’t invite me over to just like I just be there and have her cook, and then I think about the places where I kind of feel a little bit of rejection from her. And I start to feel this ugly thing rear its head. And I know that I’m being irrational or I’m just kind of like replaying past patterns and this isn’t actually what’s happening, but I would be lying if I didn’t at least acknowledge the way that I’m feeling. I feel like I had a pretty nice long stretch of feeling like I am socially where I would like to be, but when something as benign as two of my friends being friends with each other in a way that doesn’t revolve around me happens, it’s enough for me to get in my head in this way. And even though it’s not true, I take this ambiguity to reinforce these painful thoughts of the possibility that I am liked by many, but no one’s number one. This feeling that I could disappear without consequence. It’s the same feeling I get after I host an event and everyone there has fun, but it’s almost like they have fun with other people and my value is as the one who facilitates it, and not much else. I turned on do not disturb just now because it has been like 10 minutes since I sent a message that was a little bit risky, in response to I saying that J is currently cooking and that he is over at her place. I wanted to fertilize that I would appreciate an invite even if they think I could not make it, and I said “mfw no invite 😔”. I feel kind of ashamed because it feels insecure to me, but I also don’t really know how to voice my asks properly. I guess I feel like whenever people invite me to things it’s like them saying that they actively want me there, and it’s not just because I am the one providing something. It’s like someone saying that they want my company, not just what I plan or invite them to. I am a little bit weary about venting in this way because I don’t want to confirm feelings that maybe are just transient, or things that I shouldn’t necessarily give weight to. But I also feel like maybe if I can say these things into words I can process these emotions. Thankfully I have my therapy session right after this. I remember at the end of obsession bear commits suicide in Nikki’s arms, and she desperately holds him and cries and begs for him to come back. And I remember how my brain automatically told me how no one feels that way about me. And I think that thought is an extreme instance of the underlying seed, which is the feeling that I could disappear easily. And I feel this way maybe because I grew up with this being drilled into me. I remember one year my parents forgot my birthday. I remember feeling hurt about how friends didn’t remember mine, I remember for Christmas one time a friend got everyone a present looked around and said is that everyone, went yup! And I was pretty much the only person without a present. I remember getting my best friend a present and she didn’t really get me anything, and when I said that made me sad, she went nuclear and completely ghosted me. I remember the one time I got to have a birthday party, I think I was 16, and that same friend that I had known since kindergarten started crying and everyone spent the rest of the night comforting her. And everyone kind of forgot about me at my own party. And I think about the time when I try to commit suicide and I got hospitalized and no one knew about it. Not even my family. It was several months later when my dad found out from the insurance bill. And I feel like this is not maybe what people deserve. But this was the hand that I was dealt. And unfortunately that is the mold that I have to break out of as an adult now. And it’s hard because there are so many different little sections of it that are completely hardened and rigid, and they won’t change until something presses against it like it does now. And so even though my life is such a nice one, and I had so many people envy me and I even think about how grateful I am for it, something this small happens and I’m reminded of the cage I grew up in. And it kills me to think about these hypotheticals that I don’t even think exist, those of people that check in on you, where it’s not an inconvenience or ask. Where people willingly tell you that you have a space in this world and in their minds and that they are happy that you exist. I feel like I’ve spent a lot of of my life going through it and learning that love is not really something that you get, it’s something that you earn. And it’s something that you kind of constantly have to pay for. And sometimes it feels like I just don’t have it now for it. And I get that I’m wrong in this, at least I really hope that I am. But it just feels shitty to think about how it exists out there, unconditional love or at least something near that. A love that exists when you aren’t at your best. And I feel like that is the most accurate way of putting how I feel, I know that I am loved when it is easy or when I am just that worth it. The problem is feel so much pressure to keep this up and the fact that sometimes it just doesn’t work. And I don’t even know what I would want differently here that is reasonable. Like all it is is two friends are hanging out together before we all hang out together. And I guess I would want to be invited or to just I just know that I’m not being replaced. And sometimes it just feels like I serve as a platform for other people, but at the end of the day they form connections and I just exist. Maybe I expect too much from friends. I think it is unreasonable and it’s not a healthy thing to expect to be invited every single time or to expect them to want to only hang out with me, and never just them together. I just feel excluded, and it feels like even though I am the friend that brings all these people together, and so I am the person that is at the forefront, at the end of the day that is not the person that they want to connect with. I really want the kind of love where I’m not afraid of it expiring or going away. One where is conditional on the core being that I am, not extra things like me putting in this much effort to connect. And the sad thing is I will still put in that effort, because I need connection. But it feels like I’m constantly job searching and preparing for interviews and going through that and I never have that security. And it just feels like I’m going to get cornered out of this friendship. And then where do I go? I have other friends and it’s not like I can’t deepen other friendships. And it’s not like that’s happening anyway. I just get terrified when the security that I value feels threatened. J is my best friend in person, and by far the person that I interact with most. And I felt secure that she is my best friend here, and vice versa. It’s that fear that priority goes away. And my access to someone I’m close with shrinks. I know that I want to start dating now, and I kind of am worried about codependency, because I think the thought of someone being completely reliable and completely there is addicting. And it feels safe. It feels like I can have something that I have been searching for and rest with that. And I’m tired feel like I have had to fight for so many things in this life that are kind of essential for a good life. And I wish that life was a little bit easier. I wish that connection was not something I have to work hard and face uncertainty with, and I wish that it was just a basic human right. I wish that I grew up with abundant love. I wish that I modeled the world in a way that I default to feeling connected to people when I need support, rather than isolation. And I worry so much about over depending on people or asking for too much, and I feel like it’s almost a self fulfilling prophecy because the more I don’t ask for help the more builds up until it becomes a monumental ask. And it feels unfair because I know that the world has been exceptionally kind to me, there have been so many places where I have been so incredibly privileged and unfortunate. And I sometimes can’t even comprehend how I would go through life if I didn’t have some of the blessings that I do. I think about how I struggle already, and how if I added it on some large problems that a lot of people have to face like financial insecurity, or things that the basic needs that all humans have, for stability, safety shelter food, etc. I don’t have to face those things really, and I still struggle enough to sometimes just want to have a way out of it. And I think about how they kind universe should not feel this way. And I know that this is strongly because of the mental conditions that I have that make everything seem worse than they are. And fundamentally if the scoring is wrong it’s pretty damn hard to win the game. But I feel like I would see more sunsets and smile more if life was a bit more kind. And it took me a while to say that sentence because I don’t know if that’s true. Maybe a lot of this because I have a scarcity Puff it. I know how meaningful and rare these happy moments can be. And we could fit whenever I get them I want to hang onto them as much as possible and savor them, or at least I try to. And I guess this only happens because of depression. Without it I would not have to understand the value of it and the scarcity that comes. And I guess for that I am grateful. And at least circling back to the original point, I do think that they are not excluding me, or anything like that. It’s not like I am losing friends. I’m just incredibly sensitive to this sort of feedback and I take a lot of this with a very negative lens to protect myself. But that does not make it any more true than it is.