For decades I believed a lie.
And though I’ve talked about it here before, I’m just now seeing how much I hid behind that lie. The lie that I am not enough. That I am less-than. That rejection defined me as a Loser with a capital L.
As I became friends with people, I waited for them to confirm that lie. For them to prove to me in some way that I was really and truly less than.
Looking back now, it’s amazing how easy it was to perceive actions in ways that was inaccurate. I saw everything through that lens of rejection.