20/08/2023
I remembered so many times I tried to beg for something I was so sure I didn't need before - love, sympathy, acceptance.
I was too desperate for attention and warmth, which made me do things I wasn't proud of. All those times I thought I needed to do more - to give more - when in fact I was only lacking the simplest of words.
"I'll be here for you no matter what."
"Don't worry, you're doing okay."
"You're enough."
I waited for a lot of people from my past to personally tell those words. To look me in the eye and speak to me with utter sincerity. To acknowledge me as I am, not because I'm convenient but because I matter.
I craved those words from people who are incapable of saying them, and when the time came when I spoke about it, the only answer they gave me was absence. Desolation.
I was left for being too needy.
I never was.
Seems like I was just asking the wrong people. Finding out that there are those who can willingly give me assurance without anything in return.
Oh to be loved wholeheartedly for being exactly who I am. I wonder if it's worth another risk.
I'm learning to be happy again. Little by little.
It's true. No matter how much we deny it, we all require the kindest of words to keep our souls well-fed and alive.
You deserve assurance.
We all do.
So please, don't take people around you for granted.
Speak up. Before it's too late.
-words and art by Duncan