When one re reads what one writes one is drawn to the highs and lows the moments of strength and those of weakness, I see that in all things I have great strength and I can attain much, but where my heart is concerned I am deeply damaged, and where my heart can be open to many and will pour with unboundless capacity for me myself that personal interaction between two people here I fail feeling ever unworthy here I doubt everything within myself no longer am I confident but disproportionately critical of me I see in myself no redeeming features, why would one want me who's faults are so many who's physical appearance can not be seen within a frame of positivity, who's intellect and who's every aspect must be seen to have so little value.
How does one move from this place ? how did I get here, is it all from me.
Are we ever helped by any energy of kindness, if so may I find that energy so it may softly and gently ease me away from such thoughts...
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