As the end of the year draws closer, I am constantly finding myself being overwhelmed by suffocating spells of inferiority.
In some instances, I’ve unintentionally set myself up for failure. I take on too much gif one person, my to-do lists have become never-ending, and it wears me down.
I can and I should be doing better. Especially since my physical health is now in decline. I have become so obsessed with “improvement” that I am hurting myself.
No matter what I do, I cannot shake the feeling of inferiority. I’m raising money for Samaritans, a UK mental health charity, and I’ve cried because I struggled with beginner poses.
Until recently, I’ve been pretty sedentary, so naturally I’m not going to be flexible enough for more physical routines, but seeing others do yoga so effortlessly triggered the horrid feelings.
Comparison is the thief of joy.
Living with mental health issues is a complicated thing. There never seems to be any rhyme or reason for these spells. I’m doing the best I can, to the best of my abilities.
Why do I always feel so inferior?
Life Through My Lenses 