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Destructive self-talk and beliefs

Made aware I have very low self-esteem and a key contributor would be beliefs, conclusions and negative self-talk.
Here are some I caught myself saying to myself:

  • You are a failure like your father 
  • You never complete anything you start. All half-bsked, incomplete projects 
  • You are lazy 
  • You so stupid
  • You always don't know what to do 
  • You always do things wrong 
No wonder this ship is sinking ... 

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