The Lies I Tell Myself

I can do this. Deep breath. Hands shaking. 

I can do this.

Shake it off. Mirror check. Smile. One more deep breath.

I can do this.

Open the door. 


Trembling. Weak knees. Sweating. Shaking.

I can do this. 

Step across the threshold. Face the world.

I can do this.  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*Depression. Deep. Real. Depression, can be so debilitating, it 
can make you immobile, frozen. There are days when it's 
hard to leave the house. It's even hard to leave your bed. 
You put on a smile and face the world. Because you have to. 
You tell yourself, whatever lies you have to, in order to 
maintain the facade that everything is alright. 
As always, thank you for joining me on this journey.  Penny 



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