A Letter to Someone Who Always Tells Me That I Am Not Good Enough


I don’t know what came into your mind again. Maybe it’s that time of the month again when you constantly tell me and shove into my face that I am not good enough in this place where I am in. It’s a real pain in the friggin’ a**, you know. Because I hear it every day. Damn, I even hear it even when I close my eyes. No, not from you. But from me – inside of me. I constantly hear a voice in my head telling me that I am no good of a person, I am no good of a friend, I am no good at almost anything – in short, I am your closest definition of USELESS.

I just wish that you’d know the battles I am facing every day from the time I wake up until the time I sleep. Maybe, you’d lose count of the many times I am winning and maybe you’d lose count also of the many times I fail and the many times I run from it. And maybe you’d lose count of the scars that I get from it. Then maybe, you’d know why I do the things I do.

So, don’t tell me that I am not strong and good. Don’t tell that me I am not good enough. Don’t tell me that I am sort of useless and stupid – or maybe not sort of. Because I know myself. I AM GOOD ENOUGH and NO, I AM not USELESS. I am not STUPID. Because you don’t know what battles I have won from. Because you don’t know how good I am at winning from myself every day. You don’t know how I outsmart myself every single day. You don’t know anything. You just don’t know…



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A bookworm. A cinephile. Potterhead and a Demigod. Hoarder and an overthinker. In love with love and life. Introvert and an Anxiety sufferer.


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