You’re just sitting around minding your business when a thought pops into your head.
It’s intrusive and overbearing and nauseating.
It’s the last thing you want on your mind.
So you try to dispel the thought from your consciousness.
You beg and plead for it to go away. You try to turn it off by distracting yourself with an endless stream of shows and status updates, but there is no escaping it.
And after a while, you start to believe it.
You are worthless.
You are broken.
You are a piece of shit.
You are not good enough. And you never will be.
In fact, everyone is better off without you.
Those thoughts permeate your entire being, mulitplying with every second. Until that intrusive thought is not just a thought.
It’s now an undeniable fact that you hold dear. It’s what you believe about yourself.
It’s your depression taking hold of you, making it nearly impossible to fight back.
But we keep fighting anyway. ❤