The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Alone, Isolated, Depressed

As we fall further into despair we isolate ourselves, we stop socializing, we withdraw from the community. When we do this the meaningful feedback and conversation we partake in diminish as well.

The only voice we hear is our own. What are the conversations we have?

Life is miserable

I am a bad person

No one would notice if I were not here anymore

I am stuck and nothing will ever change

Nothing I do is successful

Our internal conversations become louder and more frequent. They feed on themselves and we start to spiral down further and further into darkness. We have no other point of reference except the stories we keep telling ourselves. Ask yourself, where you first heard those conversations, whose voice they were in? I would guess the answer is the voice was your own.

We need a new story, we need to change our point of reference. What if you started changing the story?

Life is fucking wonderful

I am a good person

Things can change

I am successful

Now I am guessing that as you read this you may be thinking that I am full of shit. That it’s all a bunch of BS. I would have said the same thing a few years ago. I would have shaken my head and said, “you don’t understand, my life sucks”. Oh, it did suck.  It was a miserable mess and I had no way out. I also realized that whatever I was doing wasn’t working. Why should I keep doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result? I realized that where I currently stood was leading to only one thing.  I looked at it this way, if what I am doing now isn’t working, why not just try something else, something new. Maybe I could change my point of reference, my story. And you know what? It worked.

You become the character in the story YOU tell YOUrself.

What story are you telling yourself?