Let it all out before it eats you!

I hate these moments of anxiety, of self-loathing, of constant questioning.  I know they will pass.  I know that I will wake in the morning and my perspective will be back, or at least in reach, but for now instead there's that sick feeling in my stomach.  There's that voice in my head that tells me you're fat, you're ugly, nobody could want you - you're not worth the effort.  It's actually the voice of my mother, with a few toneless whisperings of my dear old soon-to-be-ex-husband.  I know they're wrong, but right now, in this moment, I don't believe it, because the voices, and the almost paralysing indecision is in charge.  Oh how I love those little pills for making these feelings sink right away into the background.  I just want to sleep now, till that precious perspective, and that wonderful motivation to move return, but the voices are working overtime just now, so I'll have to try to push them away on my own.  I've snuggled into the protective cocoon of my little, snoring reasons for living and they can help me fight off those demons.