The Real Reason Why I Am Selfish: Exploring Depression, Paranoia, Brokenness, And PTSD

I was robbed.

I was robbed.

I was robbed.

This was the mantra I kept repeating to myself all week. I couldn’t sleep. I was barely eating. I had no energy or motivation to do anything but lay in bed as a crying mess. I needed to understand why that phrase wouldn’t leave me alone. And I found what I was looking for in the most unusual way.