There were moments when I looked at the mirror and could not see myself anymore. It was definitely not me, it was an entirely different odious person. There was this repulsive, angry woman screaming at me from within the mirror telling me what a worthless person I had become. A person with no meaning to her life. A lifeless person in a lifeless mess.
I started listening to a podcast called The Hilarious World of Depression in which comedians talk about their depression and anxiety. I heard them talk about their low points, when they were at their worst. It sounded like my day-to-day. The things I was telling myself, the doubt and guilt and shame and fear I brought with me everywher…