Feeling that I am good enough turns out to be a *technical skill*, like cooking or driving, and growing up being *actively told* I’m stupid, inept, ugly, unathletic and evil means when stressed I doubt myself and tend to look externally for reassurance which won’t necessarily come (or which cognitive distortion dismisses) in part *because* of old training that if I can only be good enough I’ll be safe and comfortable, which looms large because PTSD means I suck at thinking there’s a long term.
