Self-reflection on self-reflection

There is an ever-present burden of being aware of my own feelings of self-worth and how I tie them to achievement or pride. I used to be a lot worse, and felt worth was earned through even simple things. Worth was less an inherent human thing to myself but a measurement of usefulness, appearance, obedience. But then I become hyper-critical so if I failed to be perfect, hesitated too much over a decision, cried too much over an outcome, my worth slips away in my eyes. So simplistic and harsh and reliant on outside validation.

But I am not my achievements and I am not my failures. I, simply, am, and that is enough. And even on days where it doesn't feel like enough, at least a part of me knows, or is learning, that it is.