The Surprising Freedom Of Revealing That My Inner Critic Is Not Me

I’ve been speaking a lot lately about my inner critic and silencing that negative voice in my head.

This week, I finally put a face to that voice and I cannot tell you the relief I felt.

You see, I honestly believed that voice was me. I believed they were my thoughts and feelings, and that I truly hated myself somewhere deep down.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that not only was it not me, it was someone from my past, someone, I had not seen for a very long time.

Although I had spent a lot less time crying this week with my morning walks helping me to balance my emotions. I was still determined to get to the bottom of why this was happening to me.

Every negative thought, I questioned, every dip in my mood, I picked apart, like a mental autopsy. Why am I feeling like this? What is causing this thought? What is this really about?

The answers didn’t always come, and it wasn’t an easy process but what I did know was that I desperately wanted my self-worth away back.

I went into my counselling session prepared to make some difficult admissions, to lay bare those last scraps of my inner soul, because I knew, somehow, that I was so so close to getting through this. I wanted to destroy this horrible, mean, inner voice so badly, I could taste it.

I spoke about the tears, the difficult internal conversations I had been…