Then you spiral. The guilt starts. The recrimination of self begins. The spiral gets tighter and faster. The words in your head are tinted in silver. They shimmer and shine so grotesquely pretty.
The silver-tongued bitch that is anxiety and depression sidles in and settles in to whisper the worst things to you. And you smile as you listen to her, so that no one will worry more...
And you know she's there. You know it's lies.
But you still wonder... is she telling the truth?