When did I start thinking so little of myself?
Tonight I had therapy with my partners. While they talked about their feelings, I was repeating this over and over to MYSELF: “you’re not worth it.”
I’ve convinced myself on a very deep level that I’m not worth any effort.
Medical bills & debt? I’m not worth it.
Cook me a meal? I’m not worth it.
Taking off work to bring me to an appointment? I’m not worth it.
When did I become so incapable of seeing the good in me?
Yes, I’m able to function better… but this depression is insidious and I’m constantly falling short of everything I want to be.
Be well, be kind, keep going.