
Kitija Ozolina · Awareness Mentor for Mothers
You hold everything together. You show up. Everyone counts on you. Nobody would guess what it feels like on the inside.
You function. You show up. From the outside, everything looks fine. But something on the inside does not match that.
This is what low self-worth actually looks like.
You apologise before asking for anything.
"Sorry to bother you, but..." It comes out automatically. As if your need requires permission to exist. As if you are already in the wrong for having it.
Good things make you feel uneasy.
When something good happens. a compliment, an opportunity, a moment of success. something in you braces. Waiting for the catch. Feeling like you don't quite deserve to hold it.
You need someone else to confirm how you feel.
Not because you can't think for yourself. Because your own internal sense of okayness is not stable enough. When someone validates you, you feel fine. When they don't, you question everything.
You feel relief when plans cancel.
Not because you are tired. because you were anxious about being seen. About being in a room, in a conversation, where someone might look at you and find something lacking.
You minimise your own pain.
"It's not that bad." "Others have it worse." "I shouldn't complain." You have a whole system for dismissing what you feel. You built it young, and it is very efficient.
You cannot receive a compliment.
They say something kind and you deflect. Dismiss it. Turn it back on them. Or agree out loud while internally disbelieving every word. Compliments land in a place that cannot hold them.
You feel like an imposter even when you succeed.
You did the thing. It worked. And somewhere in you, a voice says: they don't know. They would see it differently if they really knew. This was luck. Don't get comfortable.
You work twice as hard to feel half as worthy.
You cannot just do something well. It has to be exceptional, because exceptional might be enough to feel okay about yourself, for a little while. It never is. The bar moves.
You say yes when you mean no, so they won't leave.
Not because you want to. Because underneath every yes that costs you something is a calculation: if I say no, will they still want me here? Will I still be safe?
You believe people would leave if they really knew you.
Not the version you present. The actual version. the one who doubts, who is messy, who sometimes cannot hold it together. The belief that that version is unlovable. That you have to earn your place by being useful, agreeable, fine.
She looks fine. She is exhausted from looking fine.
If you recognised yourself in any of this. that recognition is the beginning. You don't have to fix anything today. Just letting it be named is something.
Which of these signs felt closest to home?
With love, Kitija 🤍
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