“You need to stop saying I can’t, it’s like you’ve already decided that you will not be able to do it”
“But I can’t… ” I was devastated and she was used with it ” Listen… you don’t understand…”
she sighed “stop with t
hat, stop thinking that you can’t do it, start think that you will do it. You are so negative about yourself Ebba and that’s what make you insecure “
This is that kind of dialogue I use to have with my sister or my mom. They are so alike, they are both rational and honest, sometimes too honest but sometimes it’s good for me. When I am having anxiety I need to hear the truth more than “poor you”. If anyone question my stupid anxiety thought I’ll start to do it and then the anxiety is gone and the motivation is back. So I think that honesty is the best cure to anxiety.