The way I see it is: there are two things going on in our head. Some of us have little tiny people in our head cheering us, telling us how great we’re doing, letting us know that everything is going to be okay.
Then you have people like me. Inside my head lives the real monster. The people in my head have been telling me to swim. So I’ve done just that. There are times when they will tell me to swim until I can’t anymore, they’ll convince me to let go, stop kicking. Stop gasping for air. By the time I realize they aren’t real, it’ll be too late.