am I really all that bad?

She means well. I know she does. But, it’s my family. I can take care of them, my way. I don’t need her so called “help.” Really, every thing is going just fine the way I am doing it. Why does she have to be all condescending and know-it-all under the pretense of “I’m just trying to help.”  Did I ask for help? No. Do I need her help? No. She thinks I do. And in my mind, that is the same as stating for all to see that I’m a failure because I am not doing it the way she thinks I should.

Who is “she?” One might ask. Does it matter? There is always “someone.” Am I really all that bad? or do the voices in my head just tell me I am. If so, why can’t those same said voices tell me to stand up for myself. Tell me to be proud and strong of who I am and what I accomplish. I’m not much, and I do even less. But I “am”; therefore, should I not be? Why can’t those voices stand up for me… instead of against me.