Progress
It started as a single thought - You should be ashamed of yourself. I’m not sure where the thought came from. Before I knew it, my thoughts were spinning out of control. You can’t ever fix your family. It’s your fault. They all hate you. You messed everything up. You can’t fix your abused ADHD child. You’ll never connect with him. You can’t fix yourself. There’s something wrong with you. You’re helpless. Things are only going to get worse. You might as well give up. You’re powerless. You’ll never get over this. God doesn’t care enough to answer your prayers. Your feelings don’t matter. This weight will break you. You’re a loser. No one really understands. You’re alone. Most days, I’m a pretty positive person. But sometimes that one thought will creep in and I’m back in that dark place. But I write it down. I get it out. I look at the words on the screen and realize they are just words. Words that I can accept or dismiss. Lies and truth. Which will I choose? It might star