My inner critic is like a fog or mist that constantly moves about like the wind briefly taking on a humanoid shape and then shifting again.
It looks like the old version of me. How I looked like when I was at my worst. That insecure boy who barely worked on his appearance.
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Just always a deep rooted fear that something will go wrong or I won’t be good enough
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My inner critic starts to suggest that I won’t be able to perform and goes back to times where I haven’t in the past. It gives me a feeling of failure that results in fear of failing, which is something I struggle with.
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A ball of self doubt and certainty that I’m not capable enough in my stomach and in my head
No physical features but it resides in my chest. A gradually growing void of self doubt and “what ifs” that don’t seem to come with any solution on how to fix or avoid failure.
It looks like the teenage version of me, back when I was most critical of myself and overcome with the judgemental shadow of my mom. It thinks the only way to keep me safe is by shaming me and holding me back.
A voice
It’s myself when I was at school, bottom of the social hierarchy, thinking I did not deserve to speak to the popular kids. Reminding myself I am less than others.
Voice already telling me I won’t be able to perform and someting will go wrong.
It looked exactly like me.
Just a voice or thought that comes up
A feeling of innate unpreparedness and inadequacy, like I never even had a chance to be normal
Im having trouble with this because the part of me that’s telling me my erection won’t last or that I’ll be disappointing doesn’t seem any different from the rest of me. It feels like the same me that tells me I’m hungry and the same me that is thinking “damn this is nice” when I’m hiking.
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A voice in my head telling me what if you don’t get it up or what if it can’t stay up. What if it’s going to happen again
Not being able to get it up. Nervous that when it’s up I’m that concentrated of it staying up it doesn’t.
Myself holding me back. I can do it but my body almost doesn’t want me to succeed. She’s too pretty for me is what I tell myself and I psyche myself out of performing
I see 2 critics, the on that is pushing me forward and knows I can do better, and the 2nd one that is down and out saying all the negatives that will happen again
Represents me and my peers criticising my body and some of my personality traits
A darker version of me shaming myself