She might be gone now, but she was right- I’m still here, and I’m still not good enough. It’s been years since I last heard her voice, but it remains etched in my memory, a harsh reminder of my inadequacy. Despite all my efforts to improve and break free from the grip of her words, I always fall short.
I’ve tried drowning out her voice with music, immersing myself in work, even seeking therapy, but nothing seems to work. Her voice is like an incessant echo in my mind, a constant reminder that I’ll never measure up. I feel like a failure, trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and despair.
I wonder if she knew the lasting impact her words would have on me. Did she realize the damage her criticism would cause, or was it just a way to assert her dominance? Whatever her intentions, the damage has been done, and I don’t know if I’ll ever fully recover.
So now I live with the weight of her words on my shoulders, as I try to navigate life with a constant sense of inadequacy. She might be gone, but her words will always haunt me, reminding me of my shortcomings and my inability to ever be good enough.