“No matter how good I was, no matter how much I pleaded for it or worked for it, I could never make everyone understand me. If my self-esteem was dependent on other people’s feelings, it would never be under control. I’d be on a ship rocking back and forth between emptiness and salvation, never able to really find my feet.” Self EsteemDepressionTeenagersSelf ImageDepression RecoveryTeenage Angst Book:Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager Source: Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager
“At night I’d stand in front of the mirror, eyes closed, imagining the face of a beloved friend. Upturned nose, wavy hair, dark eyes, wide smile, belly laughing, lifting eyebrows, skipping stones. I’d feel the champagne glow of love and respect radiating from behind my sternum. When my eyes broke open on my own hateful face, I squeezed the embers tight to keep them from fizzling out. I kept forcing myself to imagine feeling self-love. Then one night when I opened my eyes, I didn’t see a ghoul or a failure or a mask. I saw a tired, imperfect girl who wanted the world to be kind. And the love was already there.” ConfidenceSelf LoveMental HealthSelf HatredDepression Recovery Book:Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager Source: Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager