My best decision making resulted with me in a psychiatric ward in hospital back in 2008 !
I think it destroyed my self confidence.
I play things ultra safe now. I don’t take any chances. It’s not paranoia just fear. I feel like I have a bad GPS and will just navigate into trouble.
Has this happened anyone else? What did you do?
Yeah my self confidence is bad. Used to be good before I became unwell.
As to answer your question. I am still trying to figure out the answer.
Hope you regain your confidence again mate.
I was over confident before I got sick. Now i have really bad self confidence in everything except my hobbies… I feel like I can do an ok job with them.
I think we have to build courage to do the things we want dispite fear of failure.
When I was skinny I had more confidence
Yeah same, I feel like I’m capable when working in game engines with programming or tinkering with the engine. Makes me feel I can achieve things.
I feel like with all the doctors I have that I have to explain and justify myself constantly. It makes me very uncertain and not confident that I know how to care for myself. It helps when hubby is with me but that is rare.
Honestly, this really does make a difference. I have noticed a difference in how others treat me as my weight has dropped.
Before I got sick I was a pretentious overcompensating pseudointellectual who over idealized minutae to leverage power in self generating arguments with people for the sole purpose of engaging in an ego trip between my ideal self and my actual self, but I totally don’t do that anymore.
Before I was sick I was the same…I’ve learned that suffering can add a type of substance to your life.
This week has been an amazing improvement in my confidence. I had a HUGE breakthrough in therapy and cut off 99% of my social media usage. I’ve had difficult conversations that would normally cause intense fear, and I’ve enforced boundaries which I never do.
I feel like a juggernaut right now. (No Im not manic)
My self confidence in the mud. I think I’d be much more attractive if I didn’t have to take all these meds, messing with my metabolism, stretching out my digestive tract, making my belly disproportionately larger while the rest of me is skinny, and I have acne in my 30s. Hubby says I’m still beautiful, but I feel like these health problems and the meds to treat them have destroyed my body and my self esteem.
EDIT: But I keep taking the meds, cause at least I can keep some sanity and maintain relationships. At least I have loved ones.
Lady, I remember what you look like. You could go a couple rounds with Tyson and still send hearts aflutter. Give yourself some credit, please. I also think everyone here is aware by now of what an utter tool I am when it comes to saying how I actually feel about things, and if I didn’t mean it I wouldn’t have said it.
So there.
(((hugs)))
I am commenting on your post specifically because you said that you don’t get many replies. I’ve seen a good change in your posts over time and I think you are a deep thinker who really positively impacts the forum. Thank you for that.
What the lady said.
I am… confident enough to carry my complete lack of confidence.
The call it confidence but what it really represents is validity. Do I feel valid in this or those circumstances?… you do have to try to find out.
I’m getting old now. So am I confident if what I’m dealing with seems trivial. I don’t know. I mean I will survive… old enough to know that.
Socially confident? I guess… I normally speak before I realize I’ve spoken. I am super glad to deal with anyone who is kind.
But do I feel good about myself… do I feel confident about my future? That’s the bleak fissure I’m stuck orbiting when I’m alone.
self confidence…hmmm…yes I would say I’m fairly confident in my actions…not as funny anymore but not really put in a social aspect to judge that really…I’m probably just as funny as I ever was…
I’m a mix of brittle, back against the wall,self defensive bragging , ‘Will I ever be good enough?’, and expecting to be outed as the intellectual equivalent of a tatty,designer knock off.
I’m obviously fairly self-confident these days, but I started out as a complete wreck who had nothing to take pride in. My life was shattered and I had so few pieces of it left to bother salvaging. It’s a matter of finding one thing, nailing it, feeling the success, and then moving onto the next thing. After a while you’ve got a pile of stuff you can point to and say, “yeah, I did that.”
Confidence is something you have to cultivate over time.
I think things might have been different if instead of a response of ‘You’re an awkward and troublesome teenager’, to the 1st inpatient crisis, I’d had a psychiatrist intelligent enough to wonder ‘why the extreme reaction?’ That accompanied soon after by an attitude of ‘don’t do or read x, it’ll tax your brain and make you ill’. If you’re already very anxious,with a low belief in yourself, that does a lot of psychological damage.
Then there’s the non recognition of things you struggle with, and thus a lack of essential help and support. Your subsequent failures being seen as proof of your contrariness and defective character.
My weight also affects my confidence