My biggest enemy to self-acceptance is me.
There are countless people in my life who love me just as I am and that will never change.
Last night, while lying in bed with my husband, fighting a cold and trying to sleep, the demons that haunt my quiet times came screaming back to life, having only been quiet for a few days.
You're not good enough.
You're useless.
You're a waste of space.
How could someone like you make anyone happy?
These horrible, damaging thoughts are difficult to fight back. When I'm tired and low, it seems impossible to argue.
After a night of fitful sleep, things don't seem much better, but the whole day is ahead of me. The sun is shining and the world outside is beautiful. I just have to keep reminding myself that I am beautiful too.
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