What follows is dark, self-indulgent ranting, but at the moment it’s all I can feel. My intrusive thoughts have control. My job right now is to exist despite them. There are things I need to do, no matter what the unending dark mantra inside me says.
I don't know if expressing this will help me. It always seems to get worse, not better. But holding it inside doesn't help, and I can't hurt anyone else with these words.
These words are lies, no matter how insistent they are. If you feel like this you are not alone. Ride it out. If I can, you can.
