I’m feeling really sad. I’m honestly a bit tired of how, in life, being a conscious, sensitive, and empathetic person—no matter how much I set my boundaries—still means I have to be the one with more understanding and emotional tools to deal with others.
These past few weeks have been extremely stressful, both because of work and because I’m moving, and I feel like the people around me just don’t have that same level of empathy.
Even when I’m stressed or upset, I don’t lash out or disrespect others. But when the roles are reversed, people don’t hold back with their words or their aggression. It’s depressing to feel like others don’t consider me, and even though I know it says more about them than it does about me, I can’t help but feel hurt and wonder—why do people treat me differently?
Why does my mom treat my siblings differently than she treats me? And why do I always treat her with respect when my siblings don’t?
Life, I guess.