Sometimes I feel like I am my own worst enemy. I can be so hard on myself – on my abilities, on my physical appearance, on my career (or lackthereof), on my relationship status. I am a member of a very high-achieving family with an incredible work ethic. It is not easy when I’m always comparing myself to my amazing family members. They kick butt. They’ve worked hard for their success and it is so deserved.
I think I’m hardest on myself when I’m exhausted for no reason and feel horrible because I’m not able to be as productive as I want to be (or feel is expected of me). I don’t need other people to be hard on me. That just compounds everything. I am hard enough on myself. Sometimes I’m just sick of myself – sick of a body that doesn’t cooperate, sick of a mind that never seems to quiet itself, sick of how I sabotage myself without knowing why. As positive as I try to stay, I have crappy days too. Everyone does. But I’m going to try to be kinder to myself, because at the end of the day…picking on myself doesn’t accomplish anything!
Hanging In There,