Very nicely put.I look at self doubt and depression in a similar way as addiction. It takes determination to stop. Medication helps in some cases with depression but it did nothing for me. It was like bandaging a broken arm without setting the bone straight first.
I had to be honest with myself, all the terrible things that had happened to me could have happened to anyone. There are some things that can't be controlled but others can be.
I still have my family, I am still alive and I DESERVE TO BE HAPPY.
So I thought about it. What is keeping me from being happy? The answer was- myself. It was like I was addicted to the self hate and depression the same way an addict is addicted to a drug. Only without a high.
It is not good for me, there is no reason to do it but there I am doing it anyway. So I decided to quite. I smile even while I cry sometimes. But I WILL BE HAPPY DAMN IT!
