I catch myself saying this a lot…

This is something that I tend to tell myself a lot, and I first heard it from abusive people in my life who I then took their judgement of me, believed those lies about myself, and became my own abuser.

It is a lie that I am always a mess. It is a lie that I am a failure. It is a lie that there is something wrong with me, or that I am crazy. So why do I tell myself these things? Why do I let the judgements of others define me?

It is okay to not have everything together sometimes. It is okay that I don’t have all the answers. It’s okay that I make mistakes because that is when I grow.

I don’t have to have everything perfect. I don’t need to be perfect. I am a human being just like everyone else. I will have good days and bad days, but they don’t define me.

At least that is what I am learning to believe.

I found an idea on thinking more positively on my Gratitude app. What do you think? https://gratefulness.page.link/a7ew