It's not me, it's you: When it's time to break up with your doctor
I was raised to know that I was worthy of love and respect no matter what, but like many of us, somewhere along the line those core beliefs got buried under layers of inadequacy and fear. For much of my life I have measured my own worthiness based on how other people saw me. If someone complimented me or if I got a good grade or if I was accommodating, I felt valued. It felt good and I was really good at it. However, the downfall of being a people pleaser is that you lose sight of what you want and you don't get your needs met. I've done a lot of work to peel back those heavy layers of inadequacy and get back to the core where I can confidently say that my imperfect self is worthy of love and belonging. Still, it's a work in progress and sometimes interactions with others can bring me right back to that insecure girl who lives inside of me. This week I had an appointment with one of my doctors which sent me right back to that place of inadequacy. As per usual with this