I fell for it once. In spite of myself and seeing with my own eyes everything I had seen. The lure of darkness creeps in, an unwelcome blessing, providing cover for what we’re ashamed of. They may be small things, made grand, amplified by our own self critiques. They may be insurmountable giants. Grabbing at your limbs and slowly tearing you apart.
I fell for the lie that everything is a scam. That nothing is real, and nothing will last; there is nothing worth saving here.
Escape that hollow place you’ve dug yourself into. You are made of some pretty strong stuff.