More than anything, Demi, I want to reach out to you as someone who understands what it feels like. The yawning existential chasm, the absolute sense of worthlessness, the suicidal thoughts in the middle of the night, the chronic emotional instability, the chaos. I know very well that little voice that loves to whisper in our ears that we are useless.Listen to me, Demi. That voice is lying. That voice is the voice of a child who was much too young to understand that the invalidating experiences she was having were not her fault. There’s a reason we don’t let children drive cars; we shouldn’t let them run our lives, either.
