I had a revelation on the way home from work today. I'd known it intellectually before, but because of the way I was raised, with me constantly being belittled and told I was incompetent and wouldn't succeed in life, I never really believed it. I grew up shaping my identity around the idea that I was expendable and not really worth all that much and that I should do whatever I could to make the people around me happy, even if it came at the expense of my personal wellbeing. Since my stepfather, the person who basically carved this cycle into my mind, often got mad at me despite my best efforts, continually making the idea that I was worthless and should do whatever I could to be useful to the people I loved into my mind, but also the twin idea that I wouldn't succeed in being useful no matter how hard I tried because he was impossible to please.
I've gotten past the idea that I can't help people effectively long ago - my karate helped me a lot with that, because I accomplished great things in that dojo that I couldn't just marginalized or wave away. This attitude gradually spread to the other parts of my life, and it got better as a result. But I still had that first idea, that while I could help people I was somehow inherently worth less than others and so should do my best to keep them happy at the expense of myself.
Tonight I came to the realization that it's not wrong to prioritize yourself at one point or another, and that taking risks in order to be happy isn't a thing to be feared and wronged.
I've been hiding the fact that I love my best friend for almost a year and a half now. I did this because in the mental calculus that led me to do this, I had the value of my happiness set as insignificant next to hers. So in order to preserve the most optimal scenario to keep her as happy as I could, ie friendship, I kept my feelings secret, even though this caused me great mental anguish over the time span I did it. I would see her happy or being beautiful doing something and I'd be hit at once by happiness and pain, because to my mind I could never take part of that without irrevocably damaging it somehow, like my happiness would come at the expense of hers.
And now I realize for literally the first time in my life that I'm not an inherently corrupting and inferior being. That I should value myself and be valued in turn by others just like I value them. So I made the resolution that I'm going to confess my feelings, no matter the outcome. The outcome isn't the important bit - it's that I stop marginalizing myself for the hypothetical happiness of others when I'm probably in turn stifling whatever I could've created. It's ... something's about me now, for the second time in my life.
I feel more at peace than I have in months. And considering my recent posts in the sad thread ... I almost think that I needed this recent spate of emotional pain to jar me into action to seek something better.
So in conclusion I feel good. And I'm not going to feel bad about it anymore.