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Feeling judged



The dictionary definition of judgement is - the ability to make considered decisions or come to sensible conclusions 
It has been something that I have always struggled with. The thought that other people are judging me at any possible chance and it really effects me. It has been told by others with me at the times I think it’s happening that it wasn’t the case. But in my head it did happen, it felt real and the after thoughts with it are so very real.
How do I explain to the people around me that they may see it as one way but in my head I see it an entirely different way.
Judgement has always been an issue for me. The fear of making a mistake, of not being seen as able to do something. Or even just walking down the street. Or even tasks that I do. The heightened anxiety, the voice in your head telling you that everyone is looking at you and is thinking the worst. The tightening of my chest and the racing pulse are horrible and last a lot longer than normal.
 Do I feel like I’m constantly being judged for being a widow, for the drawings that I do, for getting everything ready to move homes, for even the amount of bloody fizzy juice I drink in a day the answer is YES! on a daily basis even by my own family I feel judged - and that’s a hard thing to write.

In an ideal world I’d be able to accept that people will look at me and have thoughts and not jump to the conclusion that they might be negative. But we aren’t in an ideal world are we.




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