so recently I've been thinking about how inadequate I feel, and how I'm just not enough

I have come up with a big long list of things that I hate or I'm not good at (hate my body, unable to work, no formal qualifications, most of my cooking ends up in the bin, I'm in pain 24/7, imsomniac, don't know enough words to play scrabble,) yada yada yada, and can't think of a single thing I can offer, or a single good thing people could see in me and it sucks.

I know their's no code to live life, like no rulebook, but I feel I may have just broken the record for most inadequate, pointless person on the planet. even if their was a rulebook, it could never fix me. I'm just..... well. broken.

[unaluna]

I feel much the same. My parents did not feel joy in me, in who i actually was, in my real accomplishments, and downgraded and discounted them. Now i find it difficult to find joy in myself. But identifying that as the problem is half the battle. Thats the good news and the bad news. Now we must build joy out of appreciation for ourselves.

[MickeyCheeky]

So Sorry that you're struggling! Hugs! i agree with the wise and wonderful unaluna about trying to build joy out of appreciation for ourselves. Try to make a list of positive things about yourself. Hopefully that will Help and will be a positive way to cope. i think nobody is pointless, you just need to find your own special qualities i Believe. i am here if you need to talk and Hopefully manyy others as well. Sending many Safe, warm hugs to ALL of you, @raging vortex, your Family, your Friends and ALL of your Loved Ones! Keep fighting and keep rocking NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, OK?!

Originally Posted by unaluna

I feel much the same. My parents did not feel joy in me, in who i actually was, in my real accomplishments, and downgraded and discounted them. Now i find it difficult to find joy in myself. But identifying that as the problem is half the battle. Thats the good news and the bad news. Now we must build joy out of appreciation for ourselves.

thanks for this post. I do think that my parents are somewhat to blame (not entirely, but somewhat)

things like: not being told that I'm loved. not being able to go out and play with the children. not having many proper toys. how can I have these normal experiences if my parents deny them for me?

and being introduced to southpark at the age of 9 was a big one for me. as a kid I thought it was absolutely fine to go round and swear

I know this post is borderline childhood emotional neglect, but said neglect played a part in how I feel today. I was sheltered. I was unloved. what kind of childhood is that