Confronting My Inner Critic: A Journey Through Transition, Sobriety, and Self-Acceptance
For most of my life, I have lived with a voice inside me, a relentless, nagging presence that always seemed to question my choices, my identity, and my worth. My inner critic was loud, judgmental, and deeply ingrained. It wasn't just self-doubt; it was a force that policed my every move, shaped by trauma, addiction, and the expectations of a world that never seemed ready for me.
At first, I thought this voice was just a part of me, something I had to live with, something I had to obey. But as I started to break free from the chains of its grips, dove deeper into my mental health therapy, and embrace my transition, I realized that my inner critic wasn't protecting me.
It was holding me back. 🔙
Where Did My Inner Critic Come From? 🤔💭
I believe my inner critic was born from fear, not just my own, but the collective fear of the environment I grew up in. My childhood was marked by experiences of trauma, and suppression. I was told, explicitly and implicitly, that I had to conform, that my natural femininity was something to be hidden, that my feelings were too much, that my truth was unacceptable.
My inner critic reinforced the rules that had been placed on me:
"Don't stand out."
"If they see the real you, they will reject you."
"You must be strong and silent, no one will protect you."
"You're not a real woman."
It wasn't just society that shaped this voice. At first, substances drowned out the pain, numbed the shame, and quieted the fear. But in the long run, they fed the very monster I was trying to escape. This phase in my life made my inner critic harsher, convincing me I was beyond redemption. Even when I was sober, the voice lingered, now louder than ever, whispering that I still wasn't good enough.
My Inner Critic and My Transition
One of the biggest battles I've faced has been in my social transition. Taking the steps to live fully as the woman I have always been should have felt liberating, but my inner critic clings to every fear it could find:
"What will property management think?"
"What will my co-workers think?"
"Will the staff, the maintenance crew, or security see me differently?"
"How will the other tenants in the facility react?"
"Am I putting myself in danger?"
Some of these fears are valid, I live in a world where transgender women face real risks. But my inner critic isn't just warning me about safety; it is telling me that I should be afraid, that I should stay silent, that I should hide.
It took me a few therapy sessions to realize that my inner critic isn't always speaking the truth. It speaks from pain, past experiences, and internalized shame. It wasn't trying to harm me; it was trying to keep me safe the only way it knew how:
by keeping me invisible. 😕
Reclaiming My Voice
Through therapy, mindfulness, and deep introspection, I've started challenging my inner critic instead of obeying it.
I've learned to ask it:
"Why are you afraid?"
"What are you trying to protect me from?"
"Is this fear based on reality, or is it a remnant of my past?"
I've realized that I don't have to destroy my inner critic, I have to teach it a new way to protect me.
Instead of letting it keep me trapped in fear, I remind it (and myself):
"I am not the same person I was long ago; I am strong, and healing."
"I deserve to exist as my true self, even if others don't understand."
"I will take my transition at my own pace, I don't have to prove anything to anyone."
"Not everyone will accept me, but that doesn't mean I'm unworthy of love and respect."
Moving Forward
The journey to self-acceptance isn't linear. Some days, my inner critic still gets loud. But now, I know I don't have to listen to every word it says.
I don't have to let it control me. 😊❣️
I am learning to be patient with myself, to allow myself to exist without justification, and to remind myself that I am worthy, not despite my struggles, but because I have overcome them.
If you're reading this and you recognize your own inner critic, know this: You are not broken. You are not alone. And you do not have to live under the weight of that voice forever. Healing is possible. Self-love is possible. Freedom is possible. And step by step, we will get there.
~ Lilis