bellbird
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I try my best to not feel jealous of others and to be grateful for what I have, I really do.
But sometimes it is too f*cking hard.
Seeing others have what I don't: happiness, healthy relationships, babies.. sometimes it feels like the universe just rubbing it in.
And sometimes, despite how hard I try, that just makes me feel so damn bitter with jealousy.
Which then makes me feel guilty and ashamed, on top of my jealousy.
Which is shit, really. But I suppose my fault.
Which makes me feel even worse for complaining.
And which happens to be where I'm at right now.
I just found out my officemate's wife had their baby. I'm happy for them. I think they'll be great parents.
But the green-eyed monster in me is quite inflamed it seems.
Sitting here on my lonesome, while they're an overjoyed, tight family unit.
Their sleepless nights? Are due to their newborn son. Mine? Nightmares and flashbacks.
Their absences from work over the next while? Caring for and bonding with their son. Mine? Will be because my symptoms have become too severe.
Comparison is the thief of joy or whatever it is, yada yada yada. Yeah, and I'm jealous of those who can live without comparisons.
Not sure what I'm hoping to get here, maybe to get these emotions off my chest because they make me feel like utter dirt.
Or maybe to ask others if they ever feel the same, or if they have any suggestions.
But sometimes it is too f*cking hard.
Seeing others have what I don't: happiness, healthy relationships, babies.. sometimes it feels like the universe just rubbing it in.
And sometimes, despite how hard I try, that just makes me feel so damn bitter with jealousy.
Which then makes me feel guilty and ashamed, on top of my jealousy.
Which is shit, really. But I suppose my fault.
Which makes me feel even worse for complaining.
And which happens to be where I'm at right now.
I just found out my officemate's wife had their baby. I'm happy for them. I think they'll be great parents.
But the green-eyed monster in me is quite inflamed it seems.
Sitting here on my lonesome, while they're an overjoyed, tight family unit.
Their sleepless nights? Are due to their newborn son. Mine? Nightmares and flashbacks.
Their absences from work over the next while? Caring for and bonding with their son. Mine? Will be because my symptoms have become too severe.
Comparison is the thief of joy or whatever it is, yada yada yada. Yeah, and I'm jealous of those who can live without comparisons.
Not sure what I'm hoping to get here, maybe to get these emotions off my chest because they make me feel like utter dirt.
Or maybe to ask others if they ever feel the same, or if they have any suggestions.