Depression and anxiety are liars.
Now, I consider myself a somewhat-smart person, but there are times when it’s hard to determine which of my thoughts are the lies. Sometimes, I can tell the difference, but my stupid brain chooses to believe the lie anyway.
Lies, such as:
I’m a loser
I make too many mistakes
I’m a bad mom
Nobody likes me
I’m a bad writer
I should just die
Why is it so much easier to believe the bad things than good?
The problem with this flawed thinking is that if you think these things too much, you start to believe them.
My anxiety is just as bad as my depression, telling me that something bad is going to happen and that I should be worried. For example, my husband and I got into an argument on Monday and my thoughts were racing, telling me that my husband was going to leave me, that he didn’t love me, that he resents me for being sick, etc. I made the argument out to be bigger than it was, and I eventually became borderline-hysterical.
When your brain lies to you, how do you know what’s real? Read this and more on Heather’s mental health blog.
The unReal World