Closing comments on Prosebox again in My life

I have received countless of kind comments telling me that I’m doing fine and I shouldn’t be so stressed out and upset with where I am in life.

But I also seem to be afraid of writing more about my stress. Afraid of “disappointing” my commentors. Telling them that all their efforts to talk some sense into me are a big waste.

I still don’t feel like my feelings of inadequacy are going away. They are still eating me up.

I guess all I need is to be able to write about them, so that I get them out of my system and thereby find the will to go on. So that I don’t put them all on my dear husband.

It is all me and my psyche, but I feel like receiving encouraging comments make me feel like I can’t talk about my honest feelings anymore. Or I would “disappoint” the people who care. They would question whether they’re doing a good job comforting etc. (I may just be projecting my own tendencies here). They would be tired of fighting against my despairing thoughts, which are stubborn.

Yes it’s bad to feel like this. But it’s even worse to feel like this and not be able to talk about it. To vent about it.

1- Good: To not feel like this.
2- Medium: To feel like this and vent here.
3- Bad: To feel like this and have nowhere to vent, therefore making my dear husband carry all the weights.

If I can’t do 1, I’ll have to do 2.

I’m closing comments.