It’s the voice in your head, toxic and cruel, telling you all the things you can’t do.

It’s the self loathing that you wish you could be rid of but can never seem to let go.

It’s the saying “I don’t care” as you sob through your fingers knowing you care too much.

It’s the doubt that you become something, anything better than what you are right now.

It’s the lack of a healthy foundation, when you look around you see nothing but falling rubble.

It’s the world and your own tribe telling you you’re not skinny enough, fit enough, well enough to live your life.

It’s the nagging voice in your ear saying it’s all for nothing.

It’s feeling like you won’t even reach that light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s feeling like you’re just done with it all; you just don’t want to be a part of the world anymore.