The beast of depression that seeks to destroy anything it comes in touch with. The destructive thoughts that fill the empty space in my head that tells me how weak I am, how unworthy I am.. How unlucky I am to be cursed with a life of depression and lows.
Shut the fuck up now.
Don’t feed the beast!
It is so easy for us to get swallowed in our own lows and depression. When we are depressed we can feel entirely helpless and emotionally distraught as if there was nobody out there that would understand us.
3 months sober. 10 MONTHS SOBER! It’s an achievement. I’m going to celebrate it. I won’t let the beast take away my commitment.
You own nothing Beast.