A cardboard box,

Slightly battered

But empty

No purpose

No labels

To give others a clue.

When I went to therapy I really struggled to understand who I was, and I realised that I didn’t have a personality or a soul or a centre, whatever you want to call it – I felt like an empty box.

I’ve come to know myself better pver the past six years, but every so often I get that feeling return, and I’m the empty cardboard box that I once was. It’s always at moments of stress and anxiety, when someone is being nasty to me or super critical. It’s like my self just crumbles away and it’s a scary feeling.

Unfortunately, in teaching there is often somebody being mean to you and I feel like I’m battling these insecurities every day. I’m getting stronger though, as I fill my soul with stuff that makes me solid.

Make sure you’re filling yourself up with good stuff too.

Much Love

Rachel xx