Being told to your face that you’re not good enough, they don’t want you, etc., is straightforward. It feels awful, but it’s over in a jiffy and there’s little left to imagine.
The problem is when that doesn’t happen. When people don’t tell you that — they ignore you, ‘forget’ to respond. Then, everything is up to your imagination.
And imagination is horrible. Sometimes. When you think of all the possible ways somebody hates you, or how they’re secretly scheming your demise. Of course that’s what they’re doing…
It’s an art to trust your instincts yet ignore the wacky tales our internal monkey dreams up.