Confession time. Most days, I feel like a fraud. Why, you ask?
Because the little girl that still lives in my head reminds me that I’m no one special.
She’s a liar, I’m aware of this. But when you have lived more of your years being told you’re not worthy, not anything special, no one loves you for you, etc. these thoughts are bound to be present every now and again.
The key is figuring out how to silence them.
I come here almost daily and write. Writing has always been an escape of sorts for me. It’s freeing to get your thoughts down, whether anyone else reads them or not. I have learned that the more I share, the better I feel, not because I’ve necessarily helped myself, but because based on interactions with others, it appears I have started to help others as well.
This alone has been a huge factor in boosting my own feelings of self-worth.
The double edged sword of this, for me, is at times, it’s also what makes me feel like a fraud. I’m not a self-help guru, nor do I want to be. I love that my words can help others express their own thoughts and feelings, that they make others feel more connected to a world that may have shunned them for their ways of thinking. It always feels good to know there is someone else out there in the world that shares your way of thinking and doing things. However, what I keep hearing in my own head is, “You’re not qualified to dispense life lessons.”
But I am, and so are you. And that’s what we all need to remember. Sure, we’re not all psychologists, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t LIVED. And who better to learn life lessons from, than someone who has lived?
So, if you’re having one of those days, like I am, where you feel like you’re not the person to tell that story, just remember:
You lived it, hopefully you learned from it, so you’re the best person in the world to tell it.