Toxic, manipulative, bitch, selfish…all words that have been used to describe me. You would think these four words would have been said behind my back, but these were said to my face by people that I loved and cared about. Maybe whoever said those things is right, but by nature I’m empathic to a fault and continuously strive to help and take care of those I love and care about. I care and love about people and I end up giving them all the love I should be giving myself. Whoever said, “you can’t pour from an empty cup”, must have been thinking of me when they said that.
When I think of the conversations that brought those around me to the conclusion that I’m toxic, I feel physically sick because that is the last thing I want to be to those I care about. Hearing those words over and over has made me believe that maybe I am the problem, maybe they’re right. If that’s the case, how do I fix it? Going back to the same behavior that has left me empty and alone has never worked out so now I have to change. Not change my personality, but the way I interact with people and the people I surround myself with.
Selfish is the word that makes me more upset than anything. I am giving to a fault and I would do anything to help someone in need. I’m not gloating, but it’s amazing that the same people I helped and expected nothing in return from could turn around and call me selfish. It’s easy to tell myself not to believe what others tell me I am, but after hearing it over and over it’s incredibly hard to not believe it. These days, when I go to bed I lay there and stair at the ceiling and just think about all the things i could have done differently.
My desire to be liked by everyone I meet has ultimately lead me to where I am today; 26, alone, tired and sad. I have done a lot of things in my life that I’m not proud of, but being a manipulative bitch isn’t something I consider myself. Most days I do believe what people say to me and I walk around with a pit in my stomach, but I’m ultimately trying to shrink the voice in my head telling me I’m a horrible person. At 26, I’m starting over, I refuse to continue feeling like this and I refuse to let people into my life that don’t even try to understand why I am the way I am.
When someone tells you or shows you who they are, believe them. My name is Sara and the only opinion that matters in my life is my own. I’m not saying I have never been those things, but that is not who I am and that is not how I have ever treated people. Unfortunately, I do believe what people tell me I am, but from here on out I promise to remind myself daily that I am loving, kind and compassionate.
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