Most of the time I am able to portray myself as a confident man. The type who easily gets on with life and deals with all the bugbears that we all have in our lives on occasion.
If you, dear reader, were to approach me with a problem, I have no doubt that I would be able to help you, advise you, make you feel a little better about things. Even if only in a small way. In fact this is the way I get myself through problems, giving myself advice, giving myself a talking to if required. Giving myself the proverbial kick up the backside. Not that this always works!
But the truth is, I am not confident. Never have been. The truth is, I find life a struggle. Emotionally in particular. Apart from my extremely handsome son George, I find it hard to think why anyone would like me as a person. Let alone love me!
How I wish I could say, this is just me, having a bad day. But I can't say that. Because I know who I really am, and now so do you!