It has been a while since I have let anyone actually behind the curtain into my real personality. I have been hurting for a while. For the first six months at the new job, I kept my distance and didn't really connect with anyone. Today that changed.
However, the issue was not the connection, which I know is irrelevant and fleeting but the fact that it reminded me of how much the past still hurts. I thought that I had healed from all the paint that people left me with but I realized that they were just buried deep as a coping mechanism and came flooding back. All my insecurities. All the things I hate about myself. All the things that I am afraid of sharing.
The loud voice that keeps telling me that I am not enough. That I am weird and nobody wants to be friends with me. I know it all sounds easy to dismiss but if the voice is coming from your head itself, it is very hard to counter against it. I can't, on most days. It gets pretty bad.
Curiously as well, the question that gets raised is whether I am bringing up all these insecurities because for the first time in a long time I am sharing anything personal about myself. Not the facade, not the curated persona, but something that is de facto me and I want people to not judge. Over time, the facade has been curated to the level that I have created things that I hate about myself that I also want others to hate on and hence I don't mind sharing and getting picked on by others on this.
All in all, Alice...it has been a rough day because the voices in my head are getting louder.