Now I know why I don’t trust my conscious thought. It’s riddled with self-doubt, fear, foreboding and low self-esteem. My unconscious on the other hand is confident, highly creative, intuitive and serene on my worst day. The thinking Jack is dangerous only to one person: me. I was never good enough, smart enough or worthy growing up. I allowed my father’s limited parenting skills to govern how I felt about myself. I am in no way blaming him because he did the best he could with the resources he had. I chose to feel the way I did about myself and that is one of my worst shortcomings to this day I allow the behavior of others whether they be strangers, friends or loved ones to govern my mood. A work in progress and I am changing little by slowly.
Get a grip you are blaming your father. I don't know anyone that has had a perfect childhood. There weren't any parenting classes and we all made mistakes. Our first born, that's you, reaped the rewards or lack there of our parenting skills. We improved our ability to parent as our other children came along.
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