We’re All Screwed Up Just In Our Own Special Ways

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I always think that my problems, insecurities and past damage caused by other people and myself means that I’m the only one allowed to self identify as messed up. I’m the person who probably tries to story one up people when talking about past trauma to make other people realize that maybe they really don’t have it that bad.

I’ve realized though that doing that to the others in my life is wrong. I’m being an asshole by trying to make other people feel better by comparing my damage with theirs. Why? Because we’re all completely and utterly fucking damaged just in unique ways.

We’re all brought into this world as hopeful infants. We are a clean slate just waiting to get its first crack because unfortunately, cracks are inevitable. I wish I could say that there are people in this world who never have to know what pain feels like but that’s simply just not the case. It’ll never be the case.

Everyone’s situation is different. We grow up differently. We find ourselves differently. So, while all of our stories have different paths, we all can claim we’re fucked up. We can all stand on rooftops and shout about our suffering. We can all try to outdo each other on who’s more screwed up.

Or we could just start empathizing with each other.