I think there will always be a part of me with low self esteem.
Some things are buried too deep, so deep that it would take a lifetime to dig them out.
Sometimes I get sad about this. Because no matter how much I tell myself that I’m a valid human being, there’s always that doubt. I hate that doubt.
Recently, somebody I’m extremely privileged to call my friend told me that they’re really lucky to have me.
All I could think was, “but I’m not that great”
Last year, I really made progress with a lot of things, my social anxiety, my confidence and my self esteem. I guess certain events took down a few bricks from that tower.
Funny how one person, one sentence, can ruin things for you.
I’m trying though. I do believe in myself. I will conquer that doubting voice. I must.