Here I am, twenty-something years later, still wondering why I am never good enough. At this point, I doubt I ever will be good enough for anyone in my life. If I am not good enough for the people in my life that supposedly love me, whom will I ever be good enough for? Why do the people you love the most hurt you the most? I wish I knew what made me so intolerable to those in my life. I’m constantly being told I’m stupid, psychotic, the most annoying person in the world. I’m a pest, too emotional, not smart enough. I am always being put down. I am talked down to, ignored and called names almost on a daily basis. What do I do to be treated this way? I don’t understand how I indefinitely put those I love before myself, yet those that I love treat me like I am a burden. I am continuously being told that I am the problem no matter what I do. I am in a losing lifelong battle of trying to determine why I am never good enough.