Social anxiety

Inner voice. The part of you that gives you a sense of self. What if that part of you never has many nice things to say? 

My inner voice is brutal. I never feel good enough. I fell ugly, dumb and most if all in unlikable. 

Where does this come from? 

One person. My mother. She never had anything nice to say. I was always dumb, ugly, a slut, nasty, and never any good. That voice has become mine. I have developed social aniexty because of this. 

I always knew there was something wrong with me more than I am just shy. I avoid people. I avoid eye contact. I order pizza online. I do not have one friend. I think people are judging me. I am afraid if someone knew the real me that they would not like what they find.

You are probably wondering what the problem with all of that is. The problem is loneliness. The problem is how I am missing out on experiences and life. 

I feel like I am in a never-ending cycle of trying, feeling like nobody cares and then withdrawing from life again. 

I am not sure what to do bit I know I have to work on this problem. I think the correction of my inner voice. Let's start right now. 

I am beautiful, creative, I am a great mother, intelligent, a great wife, and I would make someone a great friend. I am worthy of friendship.