I have not always been as kind to myself as I could have been.
I remember wondering, sometimes on a daily basis, why everyone seemed to have an easier life than me. I used to tell myself it was because they were better than me, and therefore they deserved it more than me, or that they were just luckier than me. It seemed that no matter what I did, and no matter how many ‘positive’ thoughts I had, at the end of the day I was still stuck going nowhere.
This type of dialogue ran daily in the background of my mind. No wonder I was stuck in a rut of despair for so long!