You Still Believe Outdated Stories About Yourself, and It’s Holding You Back.
How to let go and move forwards.
When I was growing up, I was painfully shy. Cower behind mummy’s legs shy. So shy I would make myself ill with stress every time I had to speak in front of my classmates. I would stare at the clock as others went forward to present, hoping, praying, that the bell would ring and…