A Letter To My Inner Critic
a realization of sorts
Dear Inner Critic,
I know who you are. I see you.
I hear you, your voice flows like a mantra in my head. You whisper to me lies as a form of protection. You fuel self-doubt and fear like little wildfires. You reinforce the conformity of my choices, where logic overrides passion.
And I’ve listened to you, my Inner Critic.
I’ve believed your honeyed words, seducing me to dim that inner light. Encouraging me to slow the flow of my words in creative abandon.
I understand that you were created to keep me safe, but also to create the limiting beliefs I have, and sometimes do, ascribe to. I see that you are the voice born of my insecurities and doubts, fears and disappointments.
Your purpose is to show me the shadow of myself.
Perhaps unknowingly you gave me a gift, a gift to better know myself. For how can I be a conduit of my words if I didn’t fully embrace the fullness of your purpose? To accept that I am human, living a human experience. That there is purpose in dark, as well as in light. You’ve shown me the dark, Inner Critic.
Perhaps the lies you whisper are just the opposite of the truths of my soul. When you hint that my writing isn’t good enough or that…
