It’s strange how fast I can fall.
I’m not enough. Nothing I do is right. I ruin everything I touch. Something about that cold burning in my soul is comforting. Familiar.
What’s the point of these meds? I’m just going to die.
Though I get those feelings, I know now they can grow bigger and bigger, overwhelming....or I can slap them in their face with a truthbomb: that I am enough, that I do the right thing, and if it appears otherwise? It's just someone's perception. Even though it's comfortable in the familiarity, it can destroy you. Why destroy something so beautiful? Just don't. It's a cognitive distortion and can get flipped around to its truth.
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Blarp darp
Though I get those feelings, I know now they can grow bigger and bigger, overwhelming....or I can slap them in their face with a truthbomb: that I am enough, that I do the right thing, and if it appears otherwise? It's just someone's perception. Even though it's comfortable in the familiarity, it can destroy you. Why destroy something so beautiful? Just don't. It's a cognitive distortion and can get flipped around to its truth.