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Someone's good at pep-talks, when he wants to be.
Now, now, let's not have anymore of that, yeah? You know you're not a bad person, and you know people do not look at you like you're a bad person. And even if there are some that do, you shouldn't worry about it, because those people don't matter in your life.
No, you are not worthless, you know how I feel about hearing you say that, I've never met a worthless human being in all my life so don't think on it anymore! Who cares if the crochet is easy for you, you still do it and that's a skill not everyone has. And even if everyone did know how to do it, not everyone would, which means it's the time and effort and thought and love that you put into it that makes it special. Not everyone has a great, big package of it waiting to be shipped out, do they?
And who cares if you can't find the right pants in time for Halloween? It's your first costume, and nobody is going to care that I wore a pair of brown slacks with blue pinstriping and you're wearing some other color. You've got the shirt and the tie will come together quickly, and you'll have your hair cut just right. You're a perfectionist with these things, and it's an honourable trait, but you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You'll be brilliant, and you can simply work out the final details for next time! No no no no, don't get started on the weight, either! You're working on it and that's what matters! You are still pretty and you know it because there are times when you look in the mirror and even though you don't think you should, you think to yourself "I look pretty today." Not just everyone can wear that bright red lipstick so well, yeah? You remember how surprised it made you when you put it on last Halloween and despite all your expectations it looked gorgeous! Everyone loves when you wear it, including yourself, so you should wear it more often. Everyone needs to do things that make them feel pretty, or handsome, or whatever descriptor you want to use for yourself that day.
No, cheer up, I won't let you keep listening to those "brain wolves," as you so appropriately call them. You and I both know what they reallyare, and you know in a little while, they will get quiet again and you'll be ok again. There's no sense making yourself sick because you're depressed and have trouble disbelieving the things it puts in your head. You watched that episode with me and Amy and Vincent last night, and you understood and believed what I said then because you know, and I know, we both know, and when it passes, you'll believe it again. You'll be ok. You're a smart girl and people love you, even if the depression tells you they don't. It will be ok. I promise.
No, there is nothing wrong with letting the muse in your head comfort you, silly girl, just think of me as a manifestation of the part of your brain that is stronger then the depression who is talking to you in a way that you'll listen.
Now. Go send a message to Miss Heather. You know she worries about you. You'll feel better after talking to her again, you always do.
It's ok. I promise. I never break my promises.
No, you are not worthless, you know how I feel about hearing you say that, I've never met a worthless human being in all my life so don't think on it anymore! Who cares if the crochet is easy for you, you still do it and that's a skill not everyone has. And even if everyone did know how to do it, not everyone would, which means it's the time and effort and thought and love that you put into it that makes it special. Not everyone has a great, big package of it waiting to be shipped out, do they?
And who cares if you can't find the right pants in time for Halloween? It's your first costume, and nobody is going to care that I wore a pair of brown slacks with blue pinstriping and you're wearing some other color. You've got the shirt and the tie will come together quickly, and you'll have your hair cut just right. You're a perfectionist with these things, and it's an honourable trait, but you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You'll be brilliant, and you can simply work out the final details for next time! No no no no, don't get started on the weight, either! You're working on it and that's what matters! You are still pretty and you know it because there are times when you look in the mirror and even though you don't think you should, you think to yourself "I look pretty today." Not just everyone can wear that bright red lipstick so well, yeah? You remember how surprised it made you when you put it on last Halloween and despite all your expectations it looked gorgeous! Everyone loves when you wear it, including yourself, so you should wear it more often. Everyone needs to do things that make them feel pretty, or handsome, or whatever descriptor you want to use for yourself that day.
No, cheer up, I won't let you keep listening to those "brain wolves," as you so appropriately call them. You and I both know what they reallyare, and you know in a little while, they will get quiet again and you'll be ok again. There's no sense making yourself sick because you're depressed and have trouble disbelieving the things it puts in your head. You watched that episode with me and Amy and Vincent last night, and you understood and believed what I said then because you know, and I know, we both know, and when it passes, you'll believe it again. You'll be ok. You're a smart girl and people love you, even if the depression tells you they don't. It will be ok. I promise.
No, there is nothing wrong with letting the muse in your head comfort you, silly girl, just think of me as a manifestation of the part of your brain that is stronger then the depression who is talking to you in a way that you'll listen.
Now. Go send a message to Miss Heather. You know she worries about you. You'll feel better after talking to her again, you always do.
It's ok. I promise. I never break my promises.