Today 14 authors are on my blog to talk about self-doubt, and how to defeat it.
Crippling self-doubt is a horrible feeling, but you're not alone 💛 Every creative in the existence of ever has had to deal with this, and today we tell you why you can't let it defeat you, and how to go to war with it!
Your participating authors are:
@jamesfahyauthor ... and myself, of course 😄 We've got plenty of excellent advice and words of encouragement for you, so you don't want to miss it!
You can find the link to my blog in my bio, or you can use this shortlink:
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Written by- @aayush_endymion
Curated / Selected by- @jasleenwrites
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Written By: Dhruvi ✍️
Edited By: Pramit (@pramit8) ☺️
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You're not always going to be yourself.
You're not always going to want to write, or draw or dance or do anything you love.
You'll not always be your laughing, happy self. There'll come a few days when you'll want to curl up in bed and cry yourself to sleep, only to wake up and cry some more. But please know you're not weak if you let those tears flow. You're the strongest person in that moment when you decide to let go.
One day you'll love yourself, and on others you'll not even recognise who the person in the mirror is.
It's okay to not be yourself sometimes.
It's okay not know yourself sometimes.
Because you'll be defined by your struggles, the days when life seems worthless and how you emerged a winner.
You're much more than those moments of weakness.
You're the best, the strongest.
Keep going because even on the days you're not yourself, I know you won't give up.
Keep going darling❤
Art by: @monicaloya
Being bothered enough to do it on the bed has long been a thing of the past now. As has foreplay. One might think we need a new couch after having done it so many times but after avoiding a relationship replacement for so long, it's no longer too hard to live with old things that aren’t working anymore.
For a more comfortable seating, I sit down on the floor, smoking a cigarette. A year back, we’d have been sharing it but she quit. She quit being the person she was, allowing me to have a full smoke. Possibly the only good thing going on right now for me.
I walk into the balcony, expecting her to not wave from below, as was the habit a year ago. She lived up to my expectations.
It’s a Wednesday, I cook the dinner tonight. Which means she has a party she had to attend, and had already eaten there. So much to avoid spending thirty silent minutes at the table with me, not knowing whether to compliment the food or not. Despite all this, I guess she has been the best thing to ever happen to me. What we have isn’t satisfying, it’s necessary. Moving on has never been something I’ve been good at. It’s something that I never plan to do. Why move on and be alone when you get to live with the love of your life. To think that taking those pills would get me back to my senses and make her vanish. That thought drives me more insane that I could ever be without taking them.