Depression is a Liar

Depression is a Liar

“You will struggle again and probably will end up homeless”

“No, I won’t. I will get a job if I have to. I have skills, as you already know. So, shut up about it”

“You won’t find a man who doesn’t trigger your deepest wounds”

“Ha! My guides told me the opposite. Their track record of telling me the truth beats yours a million times. I even have proof.”

“Your family doesn’t accept you. You are the black sheep and you know it.”

“That’s funny! I’d rather call myself the ‘Rainbow sheep’ of the family”.

I was furious that it had come to my neck of the woods again. I was going to be damned if I got sucked into it or fell on my knees begging for someone to lift me up again.

If you see it walking slowly towards you with that greedy look on its face, intending to take your hope away, don’t let it. Stand up and say, “Find someone else to terrorize. You are not welcome here”.

It does work. But you have to want it. Call on your Inner Warrior. Go for its throat. It’s a weak little critter that feeds on your fears and vulnerabilities. Without your life juice, it has no power. Nada. Zero.

You are stronger than you think. I promise you. Pull out your sword. It will run away with its tail between its legs.

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