No one cares

The phrase my inner voice most often churns up at me — whether I’m in the depths of depression, or simply enjoying my day — is “No one cares.” Reiterated in singsong in a marathon argument with my ex-husband, it returns to haunt me every single day.

I’m excited about the new BTS comeback! No one cares.

I’m writing a story about climate change and how we can help protect the environment. No one cares.

I’m having one of those days where I wish I could just die in a car crash. No one cares.

No one cares, no one cares, no one cares.

I know it isn’t true. Some people do care. My fiancé, my family, my close friends. They care.

To which the intrusive voice responds… It doesn’t matter because everyone has their own problems to deal with, and we all die, and your problems aren’t real problems, and your existence is pointless, and NO ONE CARES.

Therefore, in an effort to quiet this annoyingly loud and persistent intrusive voice, I’m giving it a place to exhaust itself. This is where I will let that phrase rage and whine and wail. No one is listening, anyway.

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