My Friend Ana

Problems

I have problems.

No one would deny that.

I'm mean, selfish, overwhelming, too trusting, depressed. and I'm anorexic.

I'm also a control freak, who's dreams are too big for my own good.

I'm filled with anger and hate for my father and step mother.

I'm disgusted by my step family.

I have problems.

Some are larger than others.

I realize that I'm not the only one with problems though.

Everyone has problems.

Some people have problems that make me feel like mine are minuscule.

Should I really be complaining about my step family, when I have a friend whose mother is abusive?

Should I really be complaining about my guilt for eating, when I have a friend who's been molested?

Should I really be depressed and mope around, when I have a friend who just miscarried her baby?

I feel like I have no right to feel these things, because my problems are so small.

I told this to my cousin once, and she looked me in the eye, and told me it was okay.

That I have every right to feel what ever it is I feel.

That I have every right to talk and vent about my problems....

Because there are no small problems.

Problems are just that- problems.

They don't come in sizes or importance levels.

Problems are problems.

They all deserve attention.

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It's Okay to Not Be Okay