At the end of my time away at college, when I had failed out and was returning home, somewhat shamefully, my friends threw me a going away party.
It was, although I couldn’t really experience it as I would be able to now, still one of the most special moments of my life. Even if only for a few seconds, I was happy.
Happy that a group of people loved me strongly enough to surprise me like that.
Now, the truth is that I have many people who love me, and I am very lucky. But at that time in my life, I wasn’t the most thankful person.
Yet, underneath all the misery I projected, there was still something good. Something that people saw, felt, and liked.
I imagine that you can relate to others just like I could. That’s not your problem. Your problem is feeling yourself.
Never forget that somewhere, mixed in with all of that turmoil going on inside your brain, is a good person who’s waiting to break free.