My monsters hold me back from eating.
My monsters control me.
My monsters hurt me...
But yet, my monsters were always there for me...
When I was younger I met my monsters.
They were my best friends.
At least... Thats what they told me...
They would always follow me. Tell me what to do.
But they said it was because they love me...
They tell me that I can’t make any friends.
Sometimes they criticize me...
They say; “you’re fat” “you’re not worth it” “she will find someone better” “he will find someone better” “you’re not good enough”... etc...
The list goes on for a long time... But not as long as the list about how much I hate myself.
My monsters are really quiet.
So quiet only I can hear them.
They talk a lot in my head.
I try to tell other what they say but they don’t believe me.
Only some do... They have the same monsters...
Do you know the monsters?
Their names are depression, anxiety, jealousy, hatred, sadness, and insecurities...
Do you have those monsters?