Why I Hated Myself

I hated myself because I was raised to second-guess and put down everything about me. My parents were very likely narcissists, everything was about them and no child of theirs was going to get in the way of what they needed.

My mother alternated between loving me way to needily to screaming at me to giving me the silent treatment. I could never tell what she was going to do and I had to constantly adapt.

My father needed the spotlight on him and nobody else could take the stage. He was always competing with me even when it’s not in my nature to want to win anything. He would gloat at defeating me at games even when I was very young.

My parents sucked the life out of me, my self-esteem, my self-image, my very being. I hated myself because they told me I wasn’t as important as them or anyone else.

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