Ingratitude for the self is reflected in how much time we spend self-loathing.
But self-loathing is disguised in many creative ways.
The above list of 10 common points is only the tip of the iceberg.
Self-loathing is rarely, if ever, a result of our current circumstances, and almost always a result of how we felt about our place in our parent/s home.
The less space they made for us in their lives, the less worthy we feel as humans.
This is especially true for problematic relationships with our fathers, but often extends to criticism or insensitivity from our mothers as well.
Because that shapes our sense of self early in life, it’s difficult to realise its impact because it just feels normal for us.
That’s when we grow to believe that our partners are responsible for how we feel about ourselves, or that they’re responsible for our enthusiasm towards our dreams.
That’s how we grow harsh and cruel, or rigid and abrasive towards them, not realising that we’re holding them accountable for how we feel about ourselves because we had one, or both, parents who were emotionally inaccessible when we needed to feel like we were worthy, or like we belonged.
Self-loathing, beyond our early years when we didn’t know better, is a testament of ingratitude for who we are, and what good we have access to.
Until we start owning how we feel about ourselves, we’ll always have reason to rage at the world, and at the innocent ones around us.
Own Your Life.
It always starts with you.
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2 responses to “That self-loathing demon”
I like to respond with my poetry that the writings invoke. Hope that’s okay. Much love
FORGIVE
Forgive from your heart
Let It heal your life
Nothing can hold you
Like a fair bit of strife
The hardest to get through
Are the things that We do
Known only by us
Yet they can still puss
They fester and grow
And live on all the while
With each new day.
It gets harder to smile
Your greatness is here now
Lets show them all how
When love is involved
Much can be solved
The love that you are
Lays buried deep inside
Just waiting for the hate to subside
Loved ones cannot help you
Only you can mend
All the hurt and despair that you still defend
Your spirit is calling
For you to be free
Forgiveness is golden
And I’m sure you’ll agree
There is nothing nicer
That you’d like to be
So forgive and move on now
And then you will see
All the good things that life brings
Known to more than just me
Thank you for sharing. Like I always say, when life gives you prose, respond with poetry. 🙂