In the past self-doubt had led me to believe that I wasn’t as good as others. I walked with my head down so I wouldn’t catch anyone’s gaze or eye. I wanted to be invisible.
I lived my life inside my head. A lonely place to be. Shutting out the memories both good and bad because any emotion was too painful. Existence to me was shutting the world outside because I didn’t feel I existed at all.
This is an example of a thread in my tapestry or life story. All that we experience, feel and think are threads woven together in a tapestry of our life. We cannot take what we don’t like and throw it away after all it’s part of who we are.
I am not that woman full of self-doubt isolating anymore. However, I have learned a great deal from her. She is a part of my tapestry.