I used to worry
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I ‘inherited’ a quality from my ancestral line.
My grandmother would lie awake at night, worrying about her children: how they would turn out, whether she had made the right choices, where she fell short as a mother. It broke her. Her inner critic told her she could never be enough, do enough, or succeed enough to be loved. She struggled with her mental…
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