I hate my brain and I hate myself right now.
My brain has poisoned something wonderful, caused a beautiful person to be hurt, and has returned fear and uncertainty into my life.
I was DONE with this shit. I was on a great path. I was in a truly amazing place in my life and in my head.
But my brain was not done with me.
My brain had to drag out the demons I thought I had vanquished years ago. The demons who tell me that I don’t deserve all that I have worked for. The demons who think that I work better on my own. The demons who make me doubt. The demons who insist that I am not worthy.