A little while ago when me and biepep were on our way home, I told her my problems. She’s always been the kind of friend that I tell my almost every thought to. She’s an open-minded person and very good with advice so she’s really the person to tell my immature problems to.
I told her about my low and crushed self-esteem which seemed like a thing that made all my problems understandable to her. I told her that I feel like I’m the worst person ever and that I’m worthless and unwanted in this big, big world.
She suddenly smiled and told me that she probably knew what was wrong. It was my self-esteem that made my problems bigger. I can never accept or understand someone thoroughly when I can’t even love and accept myself.
I kept arguing with her telling her that it doesn’t make any sense, but it does. She keeps insisting and soon I believed it. And she said that I kinda show some signs of depression and I wasn’t shocked by that. She said I’m tired of being tired.
I wanted a happier life and she said that I should have peace with myself first. I wanna do it, I want to learn how to love myself. I’m tired of bringing myself down and expecting things that I shouldn’t.
After talking about our problems and tapped each other a friendly tap, we laughed and enjoyed each others company through our ride home. We actually talked about it in english, speaking american till we separated our ways to our homes.
I wanna thank Camille Blanz Zabat for being a wonderful friend and therapist. Lol. 💋✌️😎