Destructive thoughts

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If you have struggled with debilitating self-shaming thoughts such as, “I’m such a screw up,” and “I can never get it right,” from your earliest age, this is no accident. You were not born with that: somebody put those thoughts in there. Why? Look around. Likely, there was a primary caregiver that was insecure enough to undermine *any* good person in their life: even if that meant destroying the self esteem of their own child. 

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