The Monster Inside Me
Before I continue, I feel obligated to include a disclaimer: this is not a recounting of a life-changing event.
Before I continue, I feel obligated to include a disclaimer: this is not a recounting of a life-changing event.
I think about just telling you everything. They always write about a girl’s insecurity on this site, but they never talk about how insecure the perfect woman makes the man that loves her.
When I was 15, I met someone who changed my life.
I wish I knew what was wrong.
Love is devastating and all-consuming and terrible in its resistance to all things logical.
When you have no core sense of self, it’s easy to be anyone.
I should let you suffer and realize that life without me will be dreary and hard. You need to realize all sorts of things on your own – but I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone.
I miss feeling like there was someone in my corner, cheering for me and taking on the world with me. Someone who wanted to spend lazy Sundays with me and date nights downtown. Someone who wanted to share his life with me and share in mine.
Depression and anxiety. Two words, two concepts, two illnesses that affect thousands of people on a daily basis.
I don’t resent you. I don’t regret the time we spent together.