Of all afflictions, the worst is self-contempt.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I suffer the terrible disease of low self-esteem.
Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one's own despised and unwanted feelings.
When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be, no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear, no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance, prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.
One day I looked at something in myself that I had been avoiding because it was too painful. Yet once I did, I had an unexpected surprise. Rather than self-hatred, I was flooded with compassion for myself because I realized the pain necessary to develop that coping mechanism to begin with.
Only the contemptible fear contempt.
Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in this world.
Self-pity comes so naturally to all of us. The most solid happiness can be shaken by the compassion of a fool.
I suffered from self hatred so much. It's like I didn't want to look like that any more. I didn't to feel like that any more. It had to be another way.
A modest dose of self-love is entirely healthy - who would want to live in a world where everyone hated themselves? But taken too far, it soon becomes poisonous.
Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue, where patience, honor, sweet humility, and calm fortitude, take root and strongly flourish.