I was in a weekly session of talk therapy when my psychologist said, "You didn't learn about self-compassion in your childhood." Tears welled up in my eyes. Just hearing that sentence soothed me. My head was like a boxing match -- me against me. And he understood. I was in my mid-20s at the time, and my mind was a hostile place of self-criticism, brooding, and self-loathing. Unfortunately, my inner critic accompanied me everywhere.
I had this incredible talent of quickly identifying the best traits in others, while knocking myself down with the worst traits in me. My parents were extremely critical and now they were in my head. "You aren't even close to kind to yourself," my psychologist said. He helped me realize my ability t...
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