On Self

Life is a bitch. She is a Mean Girl and she seems to be out to get me. I have been unwell in the last week with a virus, but due to events and behaviours of people around me at the same time, I feel worse than ever. Why? Because I let the beliefs of others prescribe how I regard myself. And the general consensus seems to be that I am shit. At the moment, it seems that loving 'me' is purely a solitary sport, and one that I need some coaching in.