We can create an alternate universe with the stories we tell ourselves. The stories about who we are, who they are, what we’re doing here, what they want from us. Our entire realities shaped by the way we perceive light and words. Before we know it we’re characters in a dystopian fantasy novel we’ve written ourselves into. .
These aren’t worlds of imaginary monsters or voices but a world where we tell ourselves no one would notice if we slowly dissappeared into the abyss. Where we tell ourselves we’ll never be good enough, don’t deserve those opportunities, and stand in our own way of our biggest dreams.
We have to stop telling ourselves these stories. When you feel yourself slipping away—come back. When you start to dissapear into a world where you don’t matter—come back. You do.