That darkkkk thinking that comes out of nowhere.
Thinking I'm not good enough, worthless, ugly, unwanted, every bad thought hitting you like a thousand bullets, hence the name of the post.
I swear it's like I have bipolar. For a few days, I'm fine, content, happy, emotionless, then it snaps and then I'm in this dark place. Stressing myself out to point of being sick, but hey ho, I refuse to go the doctors for that. They're useless. Took me forever get my CFS diagnosis. And I think if I never changed doctors I'd still be trying to change that bloody diagnosis.
I guess I'm head fucked. So paranoid. Making my thoughts ten times worse that I don't know what to do with myself.
I'm fighting though. As always. This time for my cats, a cats love beats any.
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