Unworthy the love of my brother and physical pain after failing a game?
Hello everybody.
Since the birth of my little brother, I have a strong feeling of responsibility, which is nothing bad at all. But the longer he lives and the more I try to protect him and take care the more I feel empty and not worth his love.
There's also the need to be good, better, even perfect at things to be worth the life I was given. I would even go as far as to call it compulsion of perfection. And of this, I know it definitely isn't normal. I can't stop doing something better than those I meet. I can't face failure. You could imagine it like this: Failure to me feels like somebody pushing their fingernails into my chest, it feels like them ripping it open pulling out big chunks of bloody flesh the more I lose. I know losing isn't something bad. I have no problem to lose in a fair game. It doesn't matter what I think, however when I lose this penetrating pain will pervade my body and won't stop for a long time.
Then I have to put on a mask as I fear my dear brother could worry. I don't want him to worry. I want him to have the happy life I never had.