Laid out a welcome mat for my insecurity.
Every day answering that door to face what was trying to win over me.
The sadness powering over the person I claimed to be.
This war on myself can't go on like this truly.
Get out of bed and immediately convince myself that I'll be alright.
Find it therapeutic whenever I write.
Constantly having to remind myself that it's okay to ask for help too.
I'd agree if you said...