When I was growing up my self-confidence suffered. I never felt good about myself. I often wanted to hide and blend into the background. In fact, to this day my default mode would be to disappear into the crowd. I’m a homebody and still choose an (early!) evening in on any occasion. But that no longer has to do with my level of self-confidence. It simply has to do with my preferences and how I’m wired.
At this point in my life I wouldn’t describe myself as having low self-confidence. I’ve grown into myself, I guess you could say. I’m okay with who I am, and I’m confident to do the things life requires of me. But it’s taken some work. I’m still a work in progress. Because I like myself doesn’t mean I think I’m perfect or that I don’t have days I struggle. Just recently I was struggling with some overwhelm, and I realized that I have held onto a few negative experiences that make me feel less than in certain situations.