Self-Doubt Made Me Do It

At first glance (or first click, rather) of my blog, you might question why so far I’ve been talking about mostly negative topics or issues.

Why, you ask? I felt that self-doubt would be a good follow-up topic to my first. It was, for me, one of the ill-effects of being bullied.

After my first secondary school ‘experience’ with a bully, I went into solution mode. I’m a solutions gal. Thinking I was, I had to be, the problem in the first place, a remedy was the first thing on the to-do list. My logic was that something everything was wrong with me, so I went about changing everything I possibly could.

Let me explain:

I dropped the ‘me’ I’d always known and loved, like a hot ptoato, and picked up a new version that I felt would make me liked, or at the very least, not hated and not attacked.

It took me years to realise that I had grown to hate myself in almost a similar fashion to the mean girls at my high school.

A realisation that I’m proud of, actually. It’s only when you notice you’re going down a dead-end road that you can reverse and journey towards your original destination. I had to embrace that everything was alright, even while surrounded by people who thought everything was wrong with me.



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