Why always me?

Why Always Me?

There comes a point in life when you look around and wonder—why always me? Why does it feel like every hardship, every disappointment, every heartbreak is reserved just for me?

No matter how much effort you put in, how kind you are, how much you try to be strong—life finds a way to test you again and again. It’s exhausting. Watching others move forward, laughing, living without the weight you carry, makes it worse. They seem to get lucky breaks, support when they need it, happiness handed to them. But for you? It’s just one storm after another.

People say, “Stay strong, things will get better.” But what if they never do? What if no matter how hard you try, life refuses to give you peace? It’s a lonely feeling, screaming into the void, waiting for someone—anyone—to understand.

The worst part is pretending to be okay. Smiling when you’re breaking inside. Saying, “I’m fine,” when you’re anything but. No one notices, no one truly cares. And even if they do, their words feel empty.

Maybe you’re just meant to suffer. Maybe happiness was never written in your story. Or maybe, just maybe, one day, this pain will mean something. Maybe, someday, you’ll look back and see that all this suffering had a purpose.

But for now, it just hurts. And all you can do is whisper to yourself—why always me?