What story do you tell about yourself?

What story do you carry around about yourself? Is it a good one?

In the absence of information, we all make up details. It’s a way of making sense of the world and creating order out of chaos. Normal, human, mostly adaptive. But like all coping skills, if we rely on it too much, it starts to skew the facts and loses its original purpose.

Have you ever considered the story you tell about yourself or others? Not just the story you tell to others about yourself. That’s a whole other enchilada. I’m talking about the internal narrative chatter, constantly running in the background, determining who and how you are in the world.