My negative thought reels are on overdrive today. Here’s what they have to say:
On Love and Relationships
You’ll never be loved. You don’t deserve love. Your own parents didn’t love you enough to treat you with kindness and respect. Even as a child, you were unworthy. How could anyone else manage to love you, when the people who were supposed to care about you most didn’t think you were good enough for their care? You’ll never be good enough for love from anyone.
Don’t forget that you’re damaged goods, missy. All that child abuse baggage, that asthma, your fun mental illnesses, the obesity, the debt you’re in, the lack of employment. What respectable man could ever begin to love a woman like that? That’s right, there isn’t one.
Remember when she told you that you’ll be alone for the rest of your life? She was right. You’re alone and you will always be alone.
She was right about everything. You’ll never be good enough for anything. Ever.
On Life
If you were to die tonight, do you really think anyone would care? They wouldn’t. It would be weeks, maybe months, before anyone really noticed that something was amiss.
Your own family wouldn’t come to check to see if you were okay. They don’t call or text you anyways. Your “friends” wouldn’t check on you either, even though you hadn’t responded to their messages.
Let’s face it. It would probably be a bank representative who came to inspect the house after foreclosure who finds you. By then you’d merely be a decomposing corpse, bloated and partially eaten by your pets, who ran out of food weeks before.
On Success
You’ll never amount to anything. You’re nothing. You came from nothing. You’ll never be successful. You’ll always struggle, because you’re nothing.
You couldn’t cut it in the big leagues. What makes you think you can cut it out on your own? What makes you think you were ever good enough to try something like self employment? You’re an idiot and your business is going to fail, no matter how much effort you put into it. Why would clients ever pay for nothingness like you?
You’ll never be smart enough, savvy enough, pretty enough, or enough of anything to make it in this world. Why keep trying?
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I try so hard not to think these things, because I want to believe they’re not true. But some days, when you’re sick and tired of going at life all by yourself, with no one by your side, with no one that really gets what you’re going through, these thoughts creep in and find ways to contradict any positive/logical messages you throw at them. Some days, the night comes rushing at you and you’re left sitting wondering what the hell the point of it all is. What the hell is the point?