I'm a little sad again today, so I needed to write it out.
You know that feeling when you really like something but when you say so, a person you look up to doesn't quite believe in you? That's how I am with my father.
I thought I was already used to it. It turns out I'm not.
Maybe that's a major reason that I am not really "passionate" about something, or at least I don't try to show it. I do have a lot of things that I really really like, love even. I love Psychology (at least the theories part). I love art. I love fashion. But I don't really verbalize these things. My immediate family and close friends know these about me only because we spend so much time together that it shows. But I never tell them how much I love these things. I'm just afraid they will just laugh at me, or blurt out criticisms about me because of what I want. Which is exactly the case with my father.
Although I don't express much passion for certain things, I do talk about these. I have mentioned to my family multiple times that I am interested in becoming a psychological therapist and to pursue a career in fashion as well. For the therapist thing, my father usually retorts that I need therapy myself; for the fashion thing, he always says to find a stable job so I can do it on the side. Basically, he doesn't believe I can do either.
I know one should not be fixated on other's opinions of themselves, and I am not, usually, but sometimes one can't help but feel discouraged, especially if the criticism comes from someone you admire. It's good to believe in one's self, but sometimes one needs to be believed in, too.
To anyone reading this, I hope you become kind with your words, especially to the people close to you. You never know if you're already discouraging someone. Kindness and encouragement goes a long way.
Here's me saying I believe in you. Let's get through this together.
