I was embarrassed with my self-talk. Or maybe I didn’t want anyone to know that I talked to myself—least of all, my mother. Even though she hadn’t identified me as the scapegoat, I still didn’t trust her.
Ever have one of those days? Those days that you are feeling blah? That you can’t think your way out of a paper bag? Yeah, I had several of those. It was downright annoying. Eventually I got out of it. It took a lot, but I did it.