Hey my friend. Oooof do I feel this post in my soul. Thanks for saying something, as I cant be the only one who reads this and sees a reflection of myself in here.
Im sorry that you struggle with confidence and self efficacy and rampant negativity about yourself. I imagine that must feel like it pervades every aspect of your life. I imagine it makes it hard to engage in activities, much less enjoy them. The frustration and exhaustion that must come from this must be daunting.
Im so sorry friend. I see you. I hear you. I believe you.
I personally have such an on and off relationship with myself and my confidence. But for a decade it was purely off. I could fake it. I could pretend to be confident or act like I was something big. But it was always temporary - a mask that hid someone who was desperate for approval and acceptance. So much so that I didn’t really establish who I was or what I wanted for so many years. I was what the people around me wanted or needed. Nothing more.
When I decided to start facing some of that stuff - I had loads of unpacking to do. And many times, I sort of shut down. I ran to my phone. Scrolled a ton. Or simply ignored the signs and symptoms. It was easier that way.
Eventually, i wanted to do better. For me, it was seeing my daughter grow up and realizing I wasn’t showing up for her. And that she didn’t deserve to be stuck with the generational curse.
It’s been about 4 years since my major breakthroughs in therapy where I figured out the whys and what-ifs and fears and started practicing coping techniques that I still use. Life isn’t all rainbows and butterflies. But more often than not, Im glad to be alive. And that’s progress, even if small.
And I think you deserve that. I won’t lecture you on the MAGIC of therapy. I know it’s hard to find the right therapist, the right TYPE of therapy, etc. But maybe a book could also help. Not those “The Art of Not Giving A F@!?” books. But stuff that probes deeper perhaps? Maybe. Maybe.
Perhaps just knowing that you aren’t alone would help. That to this day, I question whether I am good enough. A good enough husband. A good enough father. Though the people in my life would say “of course” - that whisper in my head is loud on some days.
And we fight through.
Im proud of you. We’ve got this. YOU’VE got this.
You’re amazing and I am so proud of you. You deserve love. Prosperity. And hope.
Hold fast.