I am guilty of saying from time to time that “nobody loves me.” I think we’re all guilty, right? It’s something that the depression and anxiety convinces me is true.
Is it true, though?
I’ve got my family and friends that love me. So why I let myself get convinced is beyond me.
I was writing for my novel the other day and I’m sure it’s been used before, but for me, it popped up in my head randomly: If you believe nobody loves you, I will be a nobody. If you believe that nobody is proud of you, I will be a nobody. If you believe that nobody notices you, I will be a nobody.
I fell in love with that line and I plan to use it for my mental health advocacy now.
But I wanted to share it here too. Let’s be those nobodies for people. Call me nobody, call me a nobody, I don’t care, but I will be nobody for you.
Find your nobody and let them love you.