I see a therapist who specializes in helping parents who have kids with autism. Because, well, that’s a particularly stressful reality. A few weeks ago, we were in fact talking about the inner critic, cause mine is LOUD. And I spent a lot of time in my teens and early 20s listening too closely. Traumatizing experiences followed leaving lasting scars. So my therapist had me do a writing exercise to define this “other me”, this inner critic. The result was surprising and inspiring.
I realized how very true this is, and it’s true for all of us. No matter how perfect she seems, she didn’t earn it. We are as wonderful and imperfect as we are, because we put in the work to get here. It’s such a powerful thought. Use that thought, and pull the plug on your own inner critic.