Fatherless Sons and Daughters
And the emptiness we try to fill with “stuff”
I believe that I have to have items to be worthy of attention and compliments, or worth.
Without “items” I feel empty.
If I walk into a room and don’t have what others do I feel lacking, I feel less than.
My self-worth is low, I lack confidence and need items to prove I am worthy. You probably wouldn’t guess it by looking at me. I work hard to make my outsides look like yours. You wouldn’t be able to guess where I’ve come from or what I hold inside.
What is feeling worthy? Worthy of what? Living? Laughing? Happiness?
Someone, (myself) is always trying to shove me down.
Shoes, clothes, jackets. I need them all. If I get the item, I still want more. It is my identity.
Sometimes I just like to check out.
I get annoyed when people need things from me.
I want to just check out to be alone. I feel overwhelmed by others, noise, demands, messes, work, and commitments.
I get stressed out and feel squirrely, antsy, frustrated, or annoyed.
I see others feeling free and wonder how others can feel so free, not tied down by fears, insecurities, and this…
