A few weeks ago I was contacted by a friend about an exciting community project in Cornwall entitled ‘We Are Enough; The Creative Yarn Bomb of Love.’ Its ethos is to raise awareness about mental health; to bring people together to share experiences and encourage self-expression through creativity. All forms of creativity are encouraged such as knitting, crocheting, writing, painting or photography while also spreading positivity and kindness. A project to help people who may lack self-worth to know that we are all good enough just as we are.
The project will culminate in May 2019 to coincide with World Mental Health Day with a massive yarn bombing, whereby spaces across Cornwall, its structures and objects will be transformed, covered with decorative knitted and crocheted material to promote and raise awareness about mental health. You can click here to find out more about the We Are Enough project.
My friend asked if I somehow wanted to get involved in the We Are Enough and I, of course, said yes. It is a brilliant project, and I know so many people who have had experience of not feeling good enough and plagued with self-doubt and suffering low self-esteem as a result. Due to poor manual dexterity due to the Functional Neurological Disorder I suffer from, I am unable to crochet and knit, so I thought instead I would put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and share my own experiences of not feeling good enough…
I suppose I have had the feeling of not being good enough for a long time now; for far too long that I am no longer able to remember exactly when these negative self-beliefs began.
These beliefs became more evident when the symptoms become a more significant part of my life, mainly the dizziness and the problems they caused with being able to handle being in certain places such as buildings with high ceilings, for example. I hated these symptoms and the limitations they placed in my life, being able to enjoy an outing to the cinema became increasingly difficult due to the severity of the dizziness and vertigo. I didn’t hate these symptoms (and later the neurological condition) just because of the limitations, but also how these set me apart from everyone else.
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These symptoms began in early childhood and stayed with me throughout my adolescence and beyond. A time when any differences that set us apart from everyone else are more apparent, especially to those within our peer groups. And unfortunately, these differences can lead to bullying and ostracisation, which is what I frequently experienced throughout my school years, especially during secondary school.
In my experience, it is one thing to think negative and demeaning judgments about yourself, but to hear them from other people only reinforces these beliefs and are once again enforced on this perceptual cycle of not feeling good enough. And every time we are ignored or not given an invitation on the latest night out, or party once again reinforces to ourselves that we are not good enough. And as this perceptual cycle repeats, again and again, it is no longer a belief, but becomes our truth.
[Tweet “Continuously hearing negative judgements about yourself enforces the belief we are not good enough.”]
We can feel defined by our imperfections, whether they may be physical imperfections such as scars, or a perceived character flaw or like me, suffering from a medical condition that makes you different. So much so, that we are unable to recognise the positive attributes that make us stand out, and unique to those who love us unconditionally. In the past, I’ve gone on numerous courses, many of which worked on increasing self-confidence and self-esteem and part of this was to write a list of what we liked about ourselves. Asking other people who are close to me, they could list many things that they liked about me. However, I struggled to come with one single item on the blank piece of paper.
Even now at age 32, those feelings of not being good enough has followed me through those turbulent years of adolescence and into adulthood. At university, much like my school days, I lacked confidence, continually doubting my abilities, never satisfied that my latest essay was ever good enough, or convincing myself that I failed the exam I just came out of, although I never had any evidence to support these assumptions.
In today’s society, we are taught the value of being productive, and as such as someone living with a long-term neurological condition and unable to work once again reinforces this belief that I am not good enough, somehow unworthy of having beautiful things or the opportunity of good things happening to me.
I am imperfect, and the condition that is now a constant part of my daily life is somehow my most significant imperfection. An imperfection that has caused significant cracks, and weakening every part of my life. But, have you heard of the term Kintsugi? Well, kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery. Broken objects, such as pottery are often repaired with gold. These imperfections or flaws are seen as a unique piece of the object’s history and which adds to its beauty.
Beautiful isn’t it? But why do we not see imperfections and flaws ourselves in the same way – as something as unique and adds to our beauty instead of something to be ashamed of, doing our best to hide them from others. To see something that sets us apart as something to celebrate and be proud. Yes, the symptoms of the neurological condition that I live with may make doing some activities such as going to the cinema as difficult but isn’t it the fact that I have refused to let it stop me from doing certain things that is a sign of my strength and what should be celebrated?
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The fact is that perfection is a social construct and not a reality; no one is perfect. We all have flaws and imperfections whether they may be real or imagined, but what does matter is what we believe about them. We can tend to give these flaws with more power and importance than they warrant, believing that our imperfections somehow makes us less whole. Less worthy. But in truth, we are all good enough just as we are. And our flaws and imperfections are gold-filled cracks that make us unique and adds to our beauty, and not which diminishes our light within.
[Tweet “We believe that our imperfections somehow makes us less whole. Less worthy.”]
Remember, you are good enough just as you are.
To find out how you can get involved in the We Are Enough project from your own home too, go to QuietConnections.co.uk/We-Are-Enough/
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5 Comments
That whole issue around productivity, the focus on ‘doing’ and careers and achieving etc has been something I’ve struggled with a lot. I still do. It’s so ingrained in society and in our own heads and those around us that it’s harder to renegotiate this and redefine it, yet it’s so detrimental to a lot of us with chronic illness. I love this view on perfection and the gold cracks way of seeing it, it’s an incredibly powerful perspective!
Fantastic post ♥
Thank you so much for taking the time to reach out and leave a comment, it really means a lot! And thank you so much for your lovely words! I still really struggle with not feeling good enough, even with my writing which a lot of people reassure me that I am really good at. Still, self-doubt creeps in but it’s comments like this which really helps boost my confidence, so thank you!!
I hope you have a wonderful weekend
Rhiann x
What a beautiful post. At 28 I still struggle with not being good enough. I was bullied throughout middle and high school, and spent most of my adult life with lupus flares. But during after my latest flare and hospitalization, a lot of people were praying for me, giving me flowers and cards, visiting, etc. made me realize that I am good enough and that people do love me.
Hannah
A beautiful post. So sad that we put so much pressure on ourselves to be perfect when in reality perfection doesn’t exist in this world. And our brokenness and blemishes are what make us interesting and unique. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for your kind words. It was a difficult post to write so I am so happy that it has been well received, especially as writing had become difficult because of symptoms.
Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to comment.
Best wishes,
Rhiann xx