People who are like 29 will tell me it’s too late for them. I was basically in bed til I was 33. I didn’t even start KINDA figuring life out til 2 mins ago & I’m 35. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll be okay. The world will kill us all but it’s not too late for you personally.
If you hear someone praising you for “never complaining” please get mad. Please take up space. This is your life, not a pageant. Complain. Even if you can only whisper “this hurts me”. Complain.
That’s when I decided to stop putting everyone above me all the time. Stop swallowing my teeth. Because I refuse to let these people kill me and then get up at my funeral and talk about themselves. How I died for them but without saying it. I refuse.
I hadn’t learned a thing about her personality except that she made it small. I heard about her service and she never complained. I don’t even know if she was funny.
I went to a woman’s funeral. Her husband gave a eulogy and spoke mostly about himself. I mean he started from his birth and spent a significant amount of time explaining his life and career before he met her. Her pastor said she was the kindest, most helpful person he’d ever met.