I heard this the other day, and I have never heard anything so true.

Certainly, the most destructive vice that a person can have, more than Pride, is Self Pity.
Self Pity is the worst possible emotion a person can have, and the most destructive.
It destroys everything around it, except itself.
Self Pity will destroy relationships.
It will fulfill all of it’s prophecies and only leave itself.

This cut me deep, for the truth in the words came across loud and clear. Self-pity is a relentless black hole, pulling you into its abyss. Once you start on the path through it, clawing your way back to the surface feels nearly impossible. It encircles you, leading to self-destruction, devouring everything that once made you whole.

I find this rings true in my own life. It has driven me to drown my sorrows in alcohol, to shut myself away from the world, to isolate in my own despair, allowing my mind to spiral into a maze of dark thoughts.

I courageously confess to wrestling with the shadows of depression and grappling with a deep-seated sense of unworthiness that haunts me on a constant basis. Yet, when self-pity intertwines with that depression, it casts an impenetrable shadow over my very existence. In those moments, all I see is the darkness enveloping my life and my spirit, while everyone else seems to shine with an abundance of hope and joy.

These words may simply be my scattered thoughts. I don’t seek validation or answers from them. But sometimes, just acknowledging the feelings helps more than doing nothing.