Are my experiences not worthy?
I ask about her life, I ask about her education and the things she has experienced through it. She’s been through a development in character, her limits have been tested and she definitely has had some thrills.
What have I experienced? Well, my depression has been highly self-evolving, different and in a way it has “stolen” my values and identity. But why is this not a subject curious to others? Why won’t she (or others) ask about my life? Are my experiences not worthy? Or is she simply unaware of my struggle?
I lied when I told her that her journey has inspired my wish to travel abroad and do volunteer work. Stupid! That credit is mine and only mine. I guess she can look back to endurance and strength. I can look back at pain and fear.