Don't audition to be anything other than yourself.
Confidence in one's value as a human being is a precious psychological resource and generally a highly positive factor in life; it is correlated with achievement, good relationships, and satisfaction. Possessing little self-regard can lead people to become depressed, to fall short of their potential, or to tolerate abusive relationships and situations.
Too much self-love, on the other hand, results in an off-putting sense of entitlement and an inability to learn from failures. It can also be a sign of clinical narcissism, in which individuals may behave in a self-centered, arrogant, and manipulative manner. Perhaps no other self-help topic has spawned so much advice and so many (often conflicting) theories.
Self-esteem is your subjective sense of overall personal worth or value. Similar to self-respect, it describes your level of confidence in your abilities and attributes.
Having healthy self-esteem can influence your motivation, your mental well-being, and your overall quality of life. However, having self-esteem that is either too high or too low can be problematic. Better understanding what your unique level of self-esteem is can help you strike a balance that is just right for you.
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I recently asked a former co-worker, and an experienced professional, to proof my resume. I am illiterate when using a professional vocabulary outlining my skills and abilities.
When I opened the attached file and read the edited document, I literally shed tears. This person knew me. They saw me at work and witnessed my work ethic during good days and bad days. Therefore, when I read their word description of the talents I will bring to a company, their words literally made me rethink who I am…according to me.
Self talk can be rewarding or it can be absolutely debilitating! CPTSD self talk can be deadly, and in more ways than a physical death.
My self-talk mimics words of destruction. This is because, during my formative years, my destruction was desired by an outside authority source. Thus, even now as an adult, love interpreted by my fractured mind is as valuable as seeking to purchase a home with the ten rolls of (fifty) pennies you have saved in your savings account. 😞! Meaning, it just does not add up to much. Basically, you may have money, but it is not a valuable sum, sadly.
So, this entry serves as a reminder to myself, when healthy people know you and they define you as they see you, especially through a positive healthy lens, as the credit card ad says, the experience is, “PRICELESS”!!!❤️
Peace & Blessings. I believe my weight is the source of my depression. Everyday and all day, my racing thoughts include saying to myself: Why can't I stop eating the wrong foods? Why won't I exercise? Why am I fat? I'll look better if I lose weight. I'll have nicer clothes. You'll break a chair. My knees won't hurt if I lose weight. People look at you when you're fat. I need to lose weight. Why can't I get motived? How do I start?
Note: my post is negative. I don’t want to trigger anyone so if you’re going read it, stop if you are uncomfortable.
My husband took a photo of me tonight. I don’t know what he was taking exactly but he sent it to me and all I can see is this hideous fat blob.
All my life weight is the one thing that has been in control. Doesn’t matter if I was 5 or if I’m 45, I am never going to escape this.
I am not my heaviest but I’m 140 pounds more than I thought I’d be. I spent thousands of dollars over the decades and countless hours exercising and watching my food. The weight always came back. However, even when I lost the weight, I never felt like I had succeeded. I was still called names. I was told how ugly I was and how fat I was.
I broke a chair. I broke a toilet. Do you know how humiliating that is? I can’t find clothes that fit. They’re either too big or too small. I can’t sit comfortably on a flight.
In November I was laid off permanently from my job because my boss had to accept she didn’t know what she was doing and had to close. I did start a new job a week later. However I have tremors ALL the time and they get worse when I think of work.
Each morning I get up, get dressed, and hide my true feelings to make others feel okay.
I am not okay.
I turned 45 last Friday. It’s the first birthday I didn’t care about except that when the universe is kind enough to say my time is up, I’d be happy.
Mirrors show me how hideous I am and so do photos. Aren’t our physical selves a reflection of our true inner selves?
I’m sorry. I needed to speak.