Looking through His Lens

“You look nice,” “You look good.” These are a couple of phrases; my husband tells me when I wear something that blows him away. And although it is nice to hear, my anxiety will not allow me to see it. I wish that every time I see myself, I could say those phrases to myself. I see the ugliness of my depression. I see the tiredness. I see fear. When I am out with my husband, every time a person walks pass us, I feel like they are looking at me. I make up situations in my mind that these people laugh at me or say messed up things to me. My husband, reading my mind and step in to let me know I am all he needs. He gives me the love I need, even when I am at my ugliest. Why can’t I see what he sees? I just want to see myself as he sees me. I want to love myself as hard as he loves me.

Published by arispeaksout

Hi! I am Ari AKA Ariel Davis, and welcome to my page! I wanted to start this page to get the stigma off of mental health. As a person, that deals with mental illness, I know the importance of having someone to listen to you. Please feel free to join in the conversation! I hope you enjoy my page!

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