Romans & histoires I Will Never Be Good Enough

Bullied at school, neglected at home—my life seemed like a series of painful reminders that I was never good enough. 'Never will be good enough,' a voice mocked in my head. I curled up tighter on the bed, the coldness of the room matching the numbness in my chest. Each rejection, each moment of being overlooked or belittled replayed in my mind like a cruel montage. It wasn't just Jin and his easy charm or him with Lyda—it was every person who had ever made me feel small and insignificant.

I did not know that she had all of these misgivings in her heart about the both of us. I thought that she was finally over the fact that I used to be with Sophia in the past but I can see that it's not true. "Stacie I just want to tell you this no matter what happens, you should not ever think that you are not good enough for me. I know that you must feel inadequate right now but it's not you. No matter what other people say, I care about only you. You are the only person that I am interested in. It's just you. Please don't feel like you are not good enough for me" I said to her.

I drew in a sharpy breath, trying to steady my voice, but it doesn’t help, I felt every single defense I kept up crumbling down. “He told me never to smile or laugh because it creeps him out, I don’t smile not because I don’t want to but because I can’t. I’m constantly reminded that I am not good enough at anything I do, I deserve to be alone and deserve every single bad thing that happens to me. If only I was never born… maybe my mother would be alive, and her husband who loves her so much might be able to let go of the pain and grief in his heart. So, tell me how is someone like me supposed to ever find happiness?”

‘I’ have always been the problem. They said hard work would never let you down, but it let me down more than I could ever count. Every single day, no matter how hard I try, I keep getting worse as if there was this invisible force stopping me from getting better. I keep turning into this ugly version of myself.

Why was it that no matter what I did, I was never good enough? My soft sobs were drowned out by the shower's sound, and I leaned against the wall as I allowed myself to feel every bit of agony that I tried to keep hidden before. My day had been awful before my mother called, but she undoubtedly made it worse. Was I really asking for too much when I wished that my mother would console me on a bad day instead of asking me to lend my sister a shoulder? Why couldn't I ever be anyone's priority? What made me so undeserving of that? Why couldn't I never measure up against Sarah in my parents' eyes? In Richard's eyes? What was it that she had and I didn't? Why was my best never enough?

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

Eliana returned home feeling frustrated. It was the first loss she had encountered against Alexandra yet it made her feel so minimal and useless. She sighed, leaning back in her chair as she tried to calm herself down but no matter how hard she tried, there was a little voice inside her that kept on telling her she wasn't good enough for this match. "You're not good enough." "No one likes you. No one wants you here." "You are just an average girl who has no future except you steal the things other people have."

But it didn’t take away the fear, the lingering uncertainty that had settled deep inside me. "I know," I whispered, trying to push past the knot in my chest. "But what if I’m not good enough? What if I mess up? What if I can’t be the kind of mother I want to be? The kind of partner you deserve?" Stefan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. "You already are. You don’t need to be perfect, Shania. You just need to be you. And that’s enough. You’re enough."

She simply stared at the disturbed earth covering Hazel's grave. "I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to fit into a life that was never built for me." The words came slowly, as though each one had to force its way out. "I'm tired of trying to be enough." I felt something tighten inside my chest, "You are enough." She laughed, "I don't want this anymore. I don't want to spend every day wondering whether I'm smart enough. Strong enough. Good enough. I don't want to stand beside someone who's always ten steps ahead of me."

A drunken mess. Kiara smiled through her tears and I’d be fked if I didn’t like the sight. Not her tears, but that damned smile. Her fingers were cold against my cheek when she gently wiped away my tears. “Listen to me, Ethan,” she said. “Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person you need the most is the person you’re best without.” I blinked away the tears and whispered, “Am I . . . am I not good enough?” Her smile dropped and her pupils dilated. She snapped.