Rejection is the worst experience one can ever go through.
Worse than heartbreak.
Worse than betrayal.
Worse than failure.
It claws at you, gnaws away at the insides – and you can’t ignore that tiny little voice inside your head that gleefully keeps whispering “You’re not good enough.”
You can believe otherwise. You can know it’s not your fault. Or anyone else’s. It still doesn’t change anything. The insecurity, the questions, the sheer distress just keeps rushing back. Every. Single. Time.
Even when it's not rejection but some stupid twist of fate. Or circumstances.
It’s vastly unfair that another person should have the power to make you feel like this. A person who has no role in how you have shaped up, no contribution towards you as a person, who just happens to be there.
But is that logical? After all, if that person is there – then they necessarily have a role to play. And if they are making you feel a certain way, then chances are you have given them that power.
Then who is really to blame? They? Or you?
And how many times you can go through this before becoming immune to it? Before it stops hurting like a bitch?
And you stop hating yourself for hurting.
