Something has been on my mind lately.
I know a lot of people that spend a significant amount of time self-deprecating.
“I’m just not that smart.”
“I wish my hair looked like yours.”
“That’s what I get for being short and fat.”
“I’ll never look good no matter how much I diet.”
“I mean, I’m obviously the least intelligent person in this room.”
“Could I be any more useless?”
“What good will it do if I try to communicate my feelings?”
“I’m not worth anyone’s time.”
(S/he says as s/he tries to backtrack the severity of this blanket, self-hate statement with a nervous laugh.)
Shut. The hell. Up.
I refuse to any longer be the type of friend or family member that pats you on the head and tells you how pretty and perfect you are, despite how horribly you speak about yourself.
Do you know why?
Because I love you.
Because I believe we are so much better than just fishing for compliments.
I believe that there are FAR MORE INTERESTING things to talk about rather than our inability to lose ten pounds.
I believe that we are lovely, capable human beings who (just like every other human on this planet) may go through some awful times, but are courageous enough to put on their big girl pants and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
I believe that we spend so much time worrying and whining about what we aren’t, that we don’t even get to scratch the surface of everything that we could be.
I am SO TIRED of this conversation. I’m tired of hearing it, and I’m tired of it being in my own head. And you know what? Here’s the thing…
THE VOICES ARE ALWAYS GOING TO BE THERE.
There’s no magical little “off” switch that will suddenly make us feel perfectly confident and content. There will always be a time when we will feel like we aren’t enough. We will fall short. We will be forced to look at ourselves. We will fail.
So, we can choose to dwell on our failings, shamefully staring at our shortcomings OR we can use our failure as fuel.
Let your failure be your motivator.
So, maybe you’re saying “Jessica, the voices are so loud. I always hear them, causing so much anxiety and depression for me. They stunt me and make me feel terrible about myself. They make me want to quit my job and hide in a corner forever.”
I get it. I’ve been there. I’ve been there more often than I would like to admit. But I made the decision that I don’t want to be crying in a corner forever. I want to be useful to my community. I want to know what it’s like to feel like Superwoman. I want to know how to reach my full potential. I chose TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
For me, it’s running, writing, eating well, going to bed early, loving people as hard as I can, and laughing at myself.
Example: I used to hate the fact that I’m tall. Sometimes it is still a source of insecurity, but when it starts to bother me, I make a joke and say “Watch out, here comes the big gorilla” in a stupid voice we all laugh about it.
The voices can’t control me if I am always aware that I control them.
But that’s me. That’s my therapy.
For another person, it might be a different story. Maybe it’s taking up an interest like cooking, spending more time with kids, meditating, doing something useful in the community…(I’m a big believer in doing something charitable if you want to stop feeling like a Big Sad Screw-Up. It’s kind of impossible to feel like one when you’re focusing on giving.)
But, please. For everyone’s sake.
Find a way to get over it.
Find a way to start embracing the failure, and staring it dead in the face. If it’s something that’s really causing big problems to your health or your relationships, make a change.
Try something new and open your mind to different possibilities.
Ask yourself what you could be if you let go of the bull crap that clouds your head, and go become it.
It’s that simple.
You are in charge of the life that you live.
Whine a little if you have to, but find a way to get over it.
You deserve it.