I Was There for Everyone. Nobody Was There for Me
I know the current situation in the country is much bigger than what I'm about to say, and I almost feel guilty posting this, but it's been bothering me for a long time.
I've been going through one of the hardest periods of my life. Over time, I've realized that no matter how much effort I put into people, I often end up feeling like I'm just not worth anyone's time. I know the advice is to stop giving energy to people who don't care, and I understand that. But I still can't wrap my head around how people can just forget someone who has always tried to be there for them.
Not long ago, I lost my grandfather and my 14 year old dog around the same time. Being the "man of the house," I tried to be the rock everyone else could lean on. During the ta3ziye (mourning), I watched my siblings' friends from different stages of their lives come to support them. I was genuinely happy they had that.
But I couldn't stop asking myself: What kind of bastard must I have been that nobody came for me? I'm not the funniest or most charismatic guy in the world, but... nobody? Not even one friend.
Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? How did you deal with that feeling?