The latest in a series of posts exploring how I've ended up where I am.
Once you’ve fallen from your tree, its hard to pick yourself up again. I found myself in a downward spiral. Every mistake I made, no matter how small would become major. I’d beat myself up about it, make myself feel bad. Then I’d worry about doing something in case I made a mistake. In case someone found out that I’d made a mistake. They might discover that I’m an impostor, pretending to do the job. I couldn’t really do the job could I? the more I worried, the more I panicked, each individual task became a major event and in my panic, I’d find myself making more mistakes.
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