A familiar knock on my self-esteems door seems to happen when I’m making a big change, taking a risk, sharing my writing, speaking in front of groups, or I have accepted another layer of learning to live with the limitations of PTSD.
I would like to say that self-doubt comes uninvited to my self-esteems house during these transition times, that wouldn’t be honest. I don’t believe Mr. Doubt (as I call it) would come calling unless it was invited. It may be unwanted, but since it arrived with hat in hand, I ask it to come in for tea and tell me what it thinks of me.
Outwardly, to others, it appears I have no problems learning, growing, changing, taking risks, writing books, writing articles, speaking in front of groups about living with PTSD, and working very, very hard on living with the deficits that plague my mental health. Outwardly, I look strong, and…
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