When I’m Depressed
When I am depressed, I KNOW that
- I am the worst possible mother
- I am the worst possible wife
- daughter, sister, friend, colleague, etc.
- I am useless
- I am worthless
- all I cause to my loved ones is trouble and pain
- I should cease to exist
- although I cannot kill myself causing life-long pain for my children
- although as long as I live I cause them even more pain
- whoever thinks they love me, they are hopelessly mistaken
- because I am horrible
- and shouldn’t be loved
- and cannot be loved
- and oughtn’t be loved
- I didn’t get anywhere in my life: I haven’t one single PhD or a novel published
- whatever I have done during my life was either a mistake or — a mistake
- whoever thinks differently, they are mistaken
- it’s all my fault
and no matter how hard people try to convince me otherwise, they are only convincing me further.