It won’t always be like this. I say this to myself over and over. It runs through my head and if I say it enough I can almost drown out the other voices … the ones telling me I’m worthless. The ones telling me that the paralysis I’ve had in my mind will never end. The ones that lie and wheedle and sometimes tell the truth just enough to make you listen and wonder if they’re right. The ones that hurt and bite and sound exactly like me but more confident. It won’t always be like this. It’s true. I know it will get better.
