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March 21, 2019
And there he is, my internal critic, the twin of self-doubt. Between them, these twins squeeze out my voice, they flatten and shred my thoughts, they leave me with nothing to say.
‘You must be joking,’ says one, snorting with derision.
‘When I want your opinion, I’ll give it to you,’ says the other.
They never disagree with each other, I am always the brunt of the criticism. If I disagree with one, then I have two voices to contend with, to defend myself against.
‘You take this very personally,’ I say.
‘You’re making us look bad,’ they say together.