The amount of distrust and suspicion I carry with me at all times is genuinely controlling my life. Itās taking over how I treat everyone, how I perceive the world, itās just making me soā¦ā¦. negative? Skeptical? Iāve always been this way, but because I have had so many reasons to solidify this belief and conclude there are no reasons to trust anyone, itās like my hope for healthy connection has died. And thatās just with trust, not even taking into account other values or categories of morality. I just do not have the ability to trust, itās been totally knocked out of me by every interaction I have with people. Being naturally distrusting with a lifetime of confirmation⦠itās inevitable for trust to erode entirely. But itās awful because more than anything I want to trust someone and feel safe and secure, but no one seems to think youāre worth honesty or transparency. Itās like living in a funhouse room of mirrors where people are constantly trying to manipulate your reality and shield you from information and secrets theyād prefer to keep, and youāre desperately grasping at reality. This is a constant struggle. I just want to know what the reality of life is, whatās in front of me, and people donāt allow you to. And then you seem insane and unstable for being as honest as one allows you to be, like authenticity is off-putting for people. Itās uncomfortable and like āautisticā-seeming. Like youāre totally out of bounds and need to display some tact. Idk. People paradoxically confuse the shit out of me because they always choose the most baseline, low, predictable behaviour. Itās like. A contradiction














