The voice is back again…
It is a relentless, merciless, and cruel companion.
It whispers from the shadows,
“You are not enough. You are not enough for him. You are not enough for them. You are not enough for anyone. You have never been enough. It’s all too much for you. You will never be enough of anything to be truly useful in this world. What do you have to offer anyone? Nothing. You are useless.”
The voice is like poison to my soul. Its words are paralyzing. What if it’s true? What if I truly have nothing of value to offer anyone? No real use in this life? Do I just take up space? Am I simply not good enough, strong enough, not capable enough to make it in this life? Perhaps it is true. Perhaps I’m not of any real value. Perhaps…perhaps my life is a waste.