This is some serious truth from someone who’s been there:
That’s the insidious nature of depression. When you’re deep in it, all the lies you tell yourself make perfect sense. I call it The Calculus of Despair. No rational argument or past experience can make you believe otherwise. You can have a wall full of gold records and still feel like a failure. You can have a hundred voicemails in your phone and still feel unwanted. You can be holding a handmade birthday card from your son and still feel like he would be better off without you.
Don’t believe the lies depression tells you. You are wanted and needed in this world.