What were you once, that you'll never be again?

Growing up, I always felt extremely out of place. I was hyper-aware of everything. I would walk into a room as a teenager and this would legitimately be my inner dialogue:

Oh Christ, everyone is looking at me. It's my cargo shorts. I should not have worn cargo shorts. Is anyone else wearing cargo shorts? That guy is-yeah but he looks so much cooler in his cargo shorts. I probably look like a loser in mine. And I wore a jacket! How could I be so stupid. Nobody else here has their jacket. Where am I going to put mine? What, am I just going to have my jacket laying around like an idiot? Now I have to jam it in my backpack-great, my backpack is full. Now I have nowhere to put my jacket. And where am I going to sit? If I sit over there then she's going to think I sat in that chair just because I wanted to sit next to her. She's going to tell all her friends that I'm weird. God damnitt. But there are no other seats! Great, no matter what I do I'm screwed-I'm going to sit next to her and then she's going to think I'm a creep and then I'm going to have no friends forever. Why do I even bother waking up in the morning. This is stupid. I'm stupid. Now I see why nobody would want to be friends with me.

I swear to you, the above is a toned-down version of every single moment of every single day for me for many, many years. I had to do a LOT of inner work to get to a point where my inner dialogue was not negative and self-abusive. And then when I finally got to a point where my inner dialogue was more positive, I had to do even more work to figure out how to communicate and carry myself in a way that reflected a more positive inner dialogue. Het nou 'to me' now-a of hard ik leuk meet You like People, of hard time believing-I wasnt ever's ik leuk kid . I was But.  

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Being insecure is such a sad trait, and I have so much compassion for people who struggle with it because I know how it feels. It's so much more than just being scared or being shy or being a little awkward. To be insecure is to be lost in who you truly are. It feels like you have no footing in the world because you can not rely on yourself-in fact, you see yourself as the enemy. You hate yourself, and everything you are, and find every opportunity to reinforce that self hatred. It's sad because it is a quiet destruction that few people tend to see, but is loud and deafening inside your own head.

It's a painful way to live.