Life goes on. We all know this, but some days it feels as right now could very possibly be the last moments of your life.
Things get unbearable, negative thoughts rule over anything else which would otherwise make you take a few deep breaths and know things will be okay.
It is hard to breathe, it is hard to think straight. It is hard to believe anything people tell you. You find it even harder to explain to others how you are feeling and it is impossible to tell others that you need help. Right. Now.
It seems that everyone else has their shit together. Everyone else has their life in order.
No one’s life is more fucked up than yours at this very moment.
Well, that’s what the voices in MY head tell me on an almost daily basis.
I hate it. I wish i could be happy and feel confident.
But it seems something is always holding me back.
The voice is always telling me i am never good enough. Or that i am too fat. Too ugly. Will never have the abilities to do what i dream of doing.
I want to prove those voices wrong.
But the voices are usually too strong and i constantly put myself down.