If at one time it was a phobia, or paranoia, it isn't anymore. Now, it's intelligence, and skilled observation.
People enjoy messing with my head, so much so, I can't talk to a single person that I know without them having a laugh. Nobody considers the situation, or allows me any rest. They get off on it, family too.
For me, it's not the things that are said, but the fact they'd do it to begin with, after all they know and the struggle they see.
They pick at what hurts the most, the things they have - and the things that seem out of reach for me - life things, that destroy your confidence to the core.
Never a break, they're determined to control.
This isn't about not standing up, it's about being in an entirely different game with no understanding of the rules, and not being allowed to ever get up.
I don't think I have a problem, though many and severe.
People enjoy messing with my head, so much so, I can't talk to a single person that I know without them having a laugh. Nobody considers the situation, or allows me any rest. They get off on it, family too.
For me, it's not the things that are said, but the fact they'd do it to begin with, after all they know and the struggle they see.
They pick at what hurts the most, the things they have - and the things that seem out of reach for me - life things, that destroy your confidence to the core.
Never a break, they're determined to control.
This isn't about not standing up, it's about being in an entirely different game with no understanding of the rules, and not being allowed to ever get up.
I don't think I have a problem, though many and severe.
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