Logically, I know that there are people out there who could support me in the future. I know I deserve better and I'm capable of being treated better but none of those facts change where I am right now.
Depression tells me that I have no one in my personal life that cares about me. The next step would be to find evidence that goes against it but there is none. If they cared, they'd talk to me, text me, call me, or check on me. Everyone knows I'm in a bad space and I've made it clear that I need a limit on how much space I'm given. But they give me endless space and push me away by being cruel and dismissive.
Again, logically I know that the world isn't like that. I repeat to myself all the time that I'm smart, I'm kind, I'm capable of love, and capable of receiving it. But depression is anything but logical and it holds more weight than any facts I could remind myself of.
It's hard to not feel alone and to feel like there's hope when I have no evidence. I know there is hope, I know I'm not alone in my experiences but it doesn't matter. My mother has told me she's not my mother, she's told me that I have no home. She's been the opposite of motherly so really, she's not my mother and she's just the woman who gave birth to me.
Physically and mentally, I am always alone. I barely get to talk to anyone beyond small talk with my sister. I have so much evidence that I am unloved and that it doesn't get better and none to indicate that I'm supported or that there is any reason to get better.
While I appreciate everyone on the internet who try and turn this around and try to support me. It isn't the same and I can't see things any other way. Not when people in my personal life actively support and prove to me that my depression has some truth to what it says. I'm still trying to hang onto that logical part of me, that's the only reason I'm still around but that doesn't make the pain any less.