An Inner Monologue.

Every negative and positive thought I had today, spilled out onto a page…

I’m greedy, my physical form is unattractive; I shouldn’t have a proper meal today.

I don’t deserve him.

I’m useless.

I’m happy here, with you.

I’m not that bad of a cook after all, I keep making tasty pasta and chicken dishes.

Why am I so untalented? Can’t help a soul.

I’m so lucky to be surrounded with love.

I’m anxious about travelling on Thursday.

Looks like the nail biting habit has returned.

Why am I so forgetful?

You’re too good for me.

I’m kind of pretty… a least I like my eyes.

Seemingly exercise is having a good impact.

I should take an antidepressant.

Got to feed the kitten, so glad to have her in my life.

Blogging is making me stressed, what if I can’t succeed this way?

I enjoy writing, it’s my release.

I give up on everything.

I miss you guys.

Suppose I should finally eat something.

I wonder if I would be a good Mother someday.

Time for some peppermint tea and a warm shower: my favourite part of an evening.

I’m going to lose you.

Why are you doing this to me?

Gleaming on the outside, dying on the inside.

Yesterday was a lovely day.

I love waking up next to you.

This is what it’s like to battle with any form of persist depression. Just because they aren’t damaged on the outside, doesn’t mean there isn’t pain on the inside. I urge you to support mental health awareness regardless of your experiences or circumstances.