‘You’re on your own. You are not enough. You look different. You will never forget the mistakes you made. They were right about you. You’ve missed your chance. You’re life will never be significant. He is better than you.’
Over and over again, these phrases played (and play) in my mind. They are the tracks on my least favourite record and yet they are the tracks I play the most; an album of self-loathing written to keep me depressed.
The Voices That Haunt Us. Out Now. —- I am mentally ill. I have been mentally ill for a long time. I battle depression and anxiety and have done so for years. I have had counselling therapy and I take a little white pill every day that keeps me level. I am not ashamed of any of this. For a long time, I was ashamed, and I hid my illness from others and even from myself. I hid it well until I could no longer hide it and my body started to give up the fight. The effects of my … Continue reading The Voices That Haunt Us