“Those are two conflicting ideologies,” he said,

in reference to my self-confidence and low self-esteem, as I was gathering my things to leave. “You need to pick one and go with that.”

Except that the intervals between my highs and lows are getting shorter, more intense, and the more I talk about what’s wrong, the worse it feels. I never know what to say exactly because my thoughts are so far down the rabbit hole, I don’t know how to dig them out. 

And because I’m stubborn and can’t let go of them right this second, I’m going to keep my insecurities to myself from now on and work on them in my spare time.

But, per my usual response, I only said “Okay,” while I closed the car door.