I feel so incredibly selfish like I’m starring in a mirror two inches away. All I see is my scars, my bruises. Everything else is blurred out. But this world is too big for me for it to revolve around me.
Maybe I should change my perspective and focus on something besides myself. I was just thinking about all the tragedy around me and how self-centered I’ve been. It’s always about my pain. My loneliness. My tears. But I have so many good things to be thankful for. But those things don’t even matter because the most important thing is that I’m alive. I’m still breathing and I keep acting like I’m dying even though I’m perfectly healthy. Perhaps not mentally healthy but that’s something I can control even if I convince myself otherwise.
But I will stop dwelling on everything that goes wrong and how I feel and instead mediate on my positive qualities and the good things around me. I will seize pitying myself because being depressed is no way to live. I will smile and think about others because that’s what I’m here for. I know the moments I have been happiest are when I tried to make someone else feel better.