When I lost my phone during the weekend Cliff was away, all I could think of was—
How could I be SO clumsy,
SO stupid,
SO careless!
But then I realized, amidst tears, that these were the voices of a bully I’d grown up with and deeply internalized.
Did you, like me, develop a harsh inner critic and mistake the voice of someone else for your own?
Perhaps, healing looks like learning that our mistakes aren’t a reflection of our competence or worthiness.
They simply show—
that we are human. 💛❤️🩹
For those of you with cPTSD,
I hope you’ll know— the voices of those who hurt you might continue to haunt you for years to come, but I hope recognizing that that voice is NOT yours, and doesn’t need to be anymore, will free you a little bit more from its hold.
I hope you be kind to you today.