Anxiety is tormenting me today.
Any quiet moment, any time when I am not physically doing something it creeps up behind me.
It keeps whispering.
“Remember that time she said she would never raise a child like you do?! Breastfeeding is for hippies and poor people.”
“You are a bad mother. A bad mother. A bad mother.”
“The house looks like shit, like a squat. The whole town is LAUGHING at you. You live like scum.”
“She hates you, she hasn’t spoken to you or responded to you in weeks. But on facebook she is doing loads of fun things, what have you done or said that made her mad at you?”
“Remember that time you joked about death and her brother had died? That was so embarrassing. You obviously don’t even care about her you twat.”
“Why haven’t you kept in touch? Its because you are selfish. Pick people up and drop them in a second.”
“You are a failure. You have failed. People feel sorry for you. That’s why no one asks what you work at anymore. Because no one cares. You are untalented and old and useless.”
“You should be ashamed, embarrassed and ashamed. You are alone. You are alone and no one wants to hear your stupid shit.”
“You are a joke.”
So today isn’t really great. I’ve been arguing all day with J. And myself.
I’m so bloody tired but the minute I sit down my mind starts attacking me again.
I’m such an idiot. I’m a bad person. I deserve to feel like this.
Nothing is stopping it today.
Nicola Samori