Preface: There’s a fine line between self-doubt and depression. As someone who struggled with depression for years before talking to someone about it, I urge you. If you think your self-doubt or unworthiness is more than you can handle, seek out a professional. It made a huge difference in my life.
So much tea!
Why am I banging on about tea? Because up until this week, I told myself I wasn’t worth the effort of making a cup of tea.
I decided I wasn’t worth the effort of making a cup of tea.
I am medicated for depression. I do fairly well most days. Writing helps. A lot.
But there’s this feeling of not being present in my own life. It’s like moving through the days in a haze.
So my goal last week was to start living my life with intention. I would be present in my own existence.
I rewrote 3 chapters of my WIP that day. I wrote on Monday. I wrote a few lines on Tuesday. I finished the chapter on Wednesday. Tonight, I’m writing this.
I made myself a pot of tea this morning. Because I’m worthy of ten minutes’ worth of effort to make a hot beverage. I’m worth the effort of revising my work. I’m worth the effort of writing a new free-write prompt this week. I’m worth the effort of living a life I want.
What are you telling yourself isn’t worth it because you’re just [insert adjective]? What have you decided you’re unworthy of?