Better than being alone.

It absolutely amazes me how people rationalize staying in a horrible situation because it’s “better than being alone.” 

As far as I know nobody ever died of being alone, yet plenty of people have died staying in horrible situations.

What kind of perverse thinking does it take to rationalize yourself into feeling so completely worthless?  

Please believe me when I tell you that feeling this worthless isn’t a result of something being done to you, not at this stage, not as an adult, but it’s a result of the small, seemingly insignificant decisions you make every minute of every day.  

Very specifically, it’s in the way you decide to talk yourself into being every single day.  And it’s your decision to either continue, or stop.