☾︎𑁍Karlnapity One-shot𑁍☽︎

The Therapist Friend

Me🤝use the story of my life to write a sad chapter because I don't know what to do during free time.

☾︎♫︎𝚂𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚊𝚙-𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌;𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏;𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐;𝕋𝕎:𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗,𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎,𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♫︎☽︎

Have you ever wondered if the people you interact with really love you and care about you? Have you ever had the feeling that it was one-way? That only on your side was there commitment while the others didn't care?

This was what he was feeling right now as he reread the various conversations he had with his friends.

He was always the one to start a conversation with a "Good morning,how are you?" or a "Hey,did anything new happen today?" ; and the others responded,casually,telling him that they were always feeling bad and then complaining about it to him.

On one hand,he was happy that they felt comfortable enough to tell him what was going on in their lives,on the other......being constantly exposed to negativity didn't really help him.

Sometimes he wondered if there was something wrong with him. Maybe his life was too simple compared to others,or there was something wrong because he had never had to live with similar situation.

It was strange to give advice on desperate situations that he empathized with,but which he had never experienced.

However,people weren't a container in which to release their negativity,they couldn't live only on bad things,and there was necessarily something beautiful buried somewhere there.

The problem? Every time he talked to someone,all they did was talk about themselves and their problems. He was happy about it,but....but there was no one writing to him,starting the conversation,to ask him how he was. He was always the one to take the first step,not the other way around.

Did his friends ever care about him? Did they just see him as an object? An obvious presence to count on in their problems? Were his feelings even worth something?

It wasn't even as if his life was sunshine and rainbows! He too has problems and low moments! Maybe they weren't as serious or complex as those of his friends,but they were his.

Everyone experienced pain differently: if for some a slap was nothing,for others it could be the end of the world ; if for some insults could have been serious affronts,for others they could have been useless.
Everyone had their own different consideration of pain. Something small for someone could be something big for someone else,and vice versa.

No one was immune to the despair and pains of life. Nobody. Sooner or later they would all happen to all of us. Some people could handle them better than the others,some couldn't. It was how life is.

Unlike his friends,he kept everything inside,replying with "I'm fine","Everything's fine","Nothing much has happened these days".

Why you ask? Is simple. His friends were already subjected to so much mental stress from their own things,if he had told them about his about problems too,they would only have had more stress and guilt. And he certainly didn't want to make their situations worse.

So he kept quiet and pretended everything was fine all the time.
As far as it was worth it....