My hormones and body chemistry and missed-a-day-of-meds OCD and depression are leaning hard into cruel lies today, amongst them:

• you will be alone forever
• you are no one’s priority
• no one really changes
• two steps forward, ten steps back
• good doesn’t return to you
• everyone is annoyed by your whining
• you’re an embarrassment

But I know these are lies, deep, deep inside. That is something. Maybe everything.