Updated on April 14, 2016
There has been an intense battle raging within me for the past two weeks. Intense.
I have felt worthless. Expendable. Invisible. The list of feelings goes on and on, but you get the idea. Not good.
I have completely hated myself and believed myself to be utterly void of redeemable qualities. I figured I might as well cease to exist. I was certain that if Clarence the Angel (if you haven’t seen “It’s a Wonderful Life,” watch it), visited me and showed me what a world without my presence would look like, there would be no recognizable difference between that world and the one that I was living in. Ok, I admit there would be a slight change—but simply because other people would not be forced to bear the burden of dealing with me.