A Goodbye Letter to the Old Narrative, Depression

Dear Old Narrative,

I was young, 18 years old, when you entered my life. Developing quickly, your strength overwhelmed me and consumed me. I gave in to all that you offered.

You did serve a purpose, in the beginning and for many years since. Yet, your harsh words and ideas injured me and diminished my confidence, self-esteem and, most significantly, my self-worth. The only safety and security you offered was suicide.

This letter is to tell you I no longer need your services. I no longer need what you offer. I no longer need the comforts of daydreams of therapists consoling me and comforting me due to a backslide of progress. I no longer need to imagine sabotaging myself to gain comfort. I no longer need to beat myself up with words of self-hatred and despise. I certainly no longer need suicide.

It is scary to let you go, but I must. You see, your comforts are not conducive to the life of well-being and happiness I have chosen. Don’t worry (and neither will I), as I have a New Narrative. The safety and security of this New Narrative is, “Trust in God.” My trust in God is even stronger than you, stronger than suicide. So you see, I am in good hands.

My New Narrative was created by me, for me. It contains all I need for the life of well-being I have chosen. My New Narrative is about the freedom to live, to feel, to be courageous. You do not foster these freedoms. My New Narrative is about trust in God, living and connecting, expressing and worshiping, enriching and growing. You do not foster these freedoms.

Diminishing my self-worth and promoting suicide, you were all about stifling freedoms. I understand your tools and comforts were designed to help me deal with and decrease sadness and anxiety. I know you offered all that you had available.

You need not worry (and neither will I), for my New Narrative also has tools and comforts for the inevitable sadness and anxiety in life. These tools and comforts support well-being, life and living well. Tools such as prayer, reaching out, participating and planning for future happiness. Comforts such as meditation and imagery, spa music, artwork and other self-soothing techniques. These new tools and comforts will serve me well. You truly need not worry.

I am choosing the New Narrative. I am choosing to move on like a child moves on from their starter bike to a new model that better suits their needs. The fact is, I no longer need what you offer, Old Narrative. I no longer need your services. This is our final goodbye.


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