Who's got your back?

How do you talk to yourself? Are you even listening?

You’re a failure. Why do you even try?

Nobody cares.

You're a mess.

You're such an idiot.

You never follow through on anything.

What's one more drink? It'll make you feel better.

You had a hard day? Eat something. That'll take care of it.

Why bother?

She's got everything, and you don't.

You don't deserve this.

Nobody has to know.

Would you talk to your best friend that way? How would you feel if you heard your child talking to himself that way?

Until a few months ago I wasn't fully conscious of what I was telling myself. Some of these thoughts seemed so innocent. Instead, they were pure poison.