She arrived one day as an unexpected visitor. Whispering things I didn’t want to hear. She told me nasty things about myself. She said I was a failure. That I would amount to nothing. That I wasn’t good enough. That the future looked bleak for me. Was it just a coincidence that she repeated the same things that a teacher once told me?
She was an unwelcome visitor. She made me want to run away.
Friends suggested “Just do it and ignore her.”
But it’s hard when she resides in my head and speaks with my voice.
She is self-doubt.
Until next time,