

42 here. In my teens and 20s I had depression, so I told myself horrible things like “I’m only worth anything to ppl bc of my art” and “everyone’s worse off for having known me,” but I don’t think like that anymore. I’ve been trying to think for a few mins if I tell myself positive stuff now instead, but I don’t think I do, I just stopped telling myself garbage.
Plot twist: you remember your “life between lives” Michael Newton’s Journey of Souls-style, and miss that home