No matter what I do, it'll never be good enough. I'm tired and all you do is criticize EVERY single thing I do. Instead of holding me and helping me. You put me down make me feel like shit. You're never there for me. I cry alone and you don't care. I'm tired of it all. Anything I do is never to your standards. Why are you even with me???
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.