Thank you for writing this down. I completely feel the same way. I have a hard time expressing myself when it comes to this, but you did so perfectly. Whenever people in my life are going through something, they know that I'm here to help or support them. They are happy to have me in their life, but where is my "me" when I need it. Yes, it's nice to hear those beautiful words to express how much I mean to them, but what about them? Am I not worth the same time and effort? If you know what helps and comforts you, is it that difficult to offer the same thing to me? Like you said, writing this down makes it sound selfish and all, but it isn't if you actually know me, I'm all about making other people happy, but somehow it translates to people as I'm happy and my life is perfect, which it isn't. The moment I open up about it, it's too much to handle, or I get the following reply "You're strong, it can't be the case', or "You're dramatizing or exagerating" to downplay my feelings, like I'm not aware of how I feel. For years it has been like this, and now I'm dealing with the repercussion of it all, a mental breakdown.