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Be honest, vulnerable. Accepting. Of myself

Earlier I defined myself as a broke unemployed job hopping home wrecking unfaithful. I define myself by negatives. By the WIL and her husband. by my wife. My employers. I am fucking vicious mean to myself. Seriously. If I talked to someone how I talk to myself it would be abuse. Torture. I have fucking absolutely destroyed my sense of self. My pride. Happiness. Time to be nice. Like myself again. That is so hard to do. I feel like society sees me as a self centered and clueless. That a man like me should be bashed. So I join in. Believe I deserve it.

I am trapped. If I don’t like myself or my narrative I am going to die or go insane. The only way out is accepting myself. Loving myself