Believing in Myself

Believing in myself got messed up somewhere after college. I’ve taken a long break from normal academic institutions, only because I felt that it would send me straight back to alcoholism and caffeine addiction. It is not only those two addictions that would come back up again, but workaholism too. I do not feel adequate sometimes, like the crap I’ve been told about having a low IQ, and not having the aptitude for my interests, is silly. Nobody in my family bothers to read my stories anyway for one, much less read my articles, or papers at any rate. I could pass an English class now, in my sleep, particularly if it is online. This summer I plan on enrolling in an online English class. I do need my transcript, something I’ve been lazy about getting. I’m working on restoring my self-confidence.