You know at first... I didn't want to enter this thread. I saw it and I tried to thin of anything about myself that I could love and I couldn't find an answer. Not a single one. Discouraged... I refused to open this thread. I refused, because if I couldn't think of anything... if I couldn't find one thing I loved about myself, that I shouldn't look on others doing so. I wouldn't deserve this, I wouldn't deserve to know these about others and offer nothing in return. It'd be unfair of me to see what other loved about themselves for me to sit on the sidelines and say nothing. So... for two days I've refused to even open this thread. I refused to look within because I was not a person that deserved to.
Prior to this... I had just gone through a pretty heavy depressive spiral. The lowest I've ever felt in a long time. I felt disgusting... gross, unclean. I felt that my view of everyone hating me... was very true. And so... I spent a few days feeling less than human. Like a disgusting broken thing no one had time for, no one cared for. I felt like I was right in hating myself. That I was right think I was disgusting. I didn't want to feel this way. I felt so dirty... awful... unclean. I probably took at least 3 if not more showers that day... trying to 'wash" that feeling away, It didn't go away.
It stayed. It stayed and stayed and drove me absolutely crazy. I couldn't think about anything else. I was just running through my mind all day and all night. I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't focus on anything. All I could think about was doing something to get rid of this feeling this... disgust with myself. I could only think about peeling off my skin... burning myself... and other various things like that. But, I knew they wouldn't do anything in the long run. Hurting myself physically wouldn't stop my hurting emotionally and mentally. I barely managed to hold on. Barely... ever so barely. There was a lighter I found... I broke it. Smashed the top of of it so that I couldn't be tempted to use it. Cause just seeing it made that thought even worse. I wasn't going to leave it lying around when I knew I might hurt myself with it.
But, one tends to find a light at the end of a great darkness, or... even fi that light was small, the pitch black you had been in changed it. It turned a simple act into a blazing white beacon of light. One that permeated the darkness and allowed me to see. A good friend of mine messaged me that night... she's not one who messages me all that often... so it felt out of the ordinary. She had seen my statuses and posts on Reborn and... as a result was worried about me, But, as a quickly found out she was worried because she thought she might have hurt me somehow, and that it might have been her doing. This... it killed me to think of. That someone close to me could feel this way about how I was feeling and think they had done such a wrong to me. I felt so... selfish... so stupid. That I couldn't think of others how I acted effecting them. I was mad I had let this happen... and normally, it'd probably have gotten worse. But... it didn't I did feel better cause it put me in a better perspective. a better frame of mind. I knew that she cared about me. Cause you don't get upset over hurting someone you don't care about. This was the first day, right when it happened. The next, I got a lot of messages of support, one from a friend who took time out of his busy day to talk to me, ((to the point a family member got a bit mad at him.)), and many many more. Had they come the day prior... they might not have moved me so much... and I might still be in this mess... I dunno, no point in dwelling in the past it's already happened.
But, why does any of this matter? Why am I divulging this totally off the subject information? Well... I learned something from this... and something from a chat I had today. Two Lovely friends of mine... hell... angels i think almost ((even though I'm not religious in anyway.)) and I've learned that despite this, despite how low I had been those days, that I was depressed, sad, lonely... that I had moved forward in my life from before. I understood that I had still been trudging through the darkness but... I'd still been moving forward. I used to hate myself... everything about me and believe that everyone hated me cause I wasn't worth caring about... I wasn't worth anyone's time. I was worthless. But... my mind had fabricated all of this. It's still there, but I know that that way I feel is fake. I know it is artifice. I knwo it's jsut myself trying to make me miserable. The only thing I regret is letting this going on so long that I don't remember why I do this, I don't know how it started anymore. But, it's not important.
What is important, is that my favourite thing about myself, is my ability to persevere. My ability to keep moving forward despite everything. I love that no matter what, I refuse to be defeated by this stupid false hatred of myself. I refuse to be weighed down by it. I refuse to let it just keep winning. My ability to never give up despite the odds. That I will never give into my demons and let them win. That I won't lay down and die. I REFUSE! I'm stubborn. This is one thing I refuse to lose. One thing I can't afford to. I'm tired of it, I tired of letting it swarm within me, and bunch up and drag me down. I'm tired of this falsehood tearing apart my soul and breaking me further than I truly am. I'm tired of it thinking it can win. I'm tired of it telling me to convince everyone to hate me. I'm tired of it making me try to give people reasons to hate me. I'm tired of feeling this falsehood that tells me I'm not worth loving, caring about, anything. I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loved. I deserve friends. I don't deserve this falsehood... this lie I've been telling myself. I don't deserve to suffer like I force myself to. I don't deserve it. So... I'm fighting it. I'm done with it trying to tell me who I am, and what others think of me. I'm tired of it thinking it has the right. It doesn't. I'm done entertaining it. I'm just going to keep trudging forward until I break free, keep moving even until I can't walk anymore and have to crawl. Because, I'm beating this. I'm not letting it beat me. It WILL NOT win! I don't want to win... I will win. There's no other option, no other outcome. I'll will fight til my last damn breathe to keep this Flasehood from controlling me. I'm not giving up. I will not die.
If this falsehood wants me, I only have one thing to say to it.
"You're going to have to try a little harder than THAT!"