“Sheesh, you’re looking old<\/i> today, girlfriend!” “You’ve really shoehorned yourself into those skinny jeans, eh fatty?”<\/p>\n
“I wouldn’t bother applying for that job mate, you’d never get it.”<\/p>\n
With friends like that, who needs enemies, huh? Only these are not the words of a two-faced mate, a frenemy who offers soothing words of support when we’re down whilst secretly feeling a certain frisson of Schadenfreude. Oh no, this is something far more harmful, crippling us on a daily basis. These are words we say to ourselves<\/i>. The inner voice sabotaging our everyday actions, personal development and general happiness.<\/p>\n
Of course it’s good to have an inner voice when it comes to conscience, intuition, instinct. You need to question the wisdom of your actions, have a quiet word with yourself now and again. But what if the inner dialogue between you and your party-pooper psyche becomes more of a battle of wills, a slanging match? One in which the running commentary of negativity often wins?<\/p>\n
It’s time to pull yourself up.<\/p>\n
It’s time to sprinkle salt on the slug of self-doubt.<\/p>\n
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