Rooting Out the False Stories We Tell Ourselves

My not-good-enoughness was sunk deep into my bones.
It was the quiet voice that whispered under every angry word or tense silence, under every real or perceived rejection. I felt the ache of it in me, a yawning maw of need growing ever wider. The whispers echo in the em…
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