It's so strange. I feel so insecure. But I have no reason to feel like that. My life is fine.

People say I'm doing great. Yet I feel this profound sense of being unsure.

It's not new. It has been like this for a long time but I'm feeling it more today.

In my mind I know it's the depression doing its thing, trying to work its way into every part of my life, especially the more vulnerable parts.

All I can do is try to resist and hope that things improve, even though things have not gotten any better.