Before a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, it doesn't sprout wings and carry on. It dissolves. Inside the chrysalis, most of its body breaks down into something closer to liquid before slowly reorganizing into a wholly different creature.

Why is it so hard for us to let go of the negative beliefs we hold about ourselves? Why, even in the face of evidence to the contrary, do we cling to convictions that we are bad, weak, flawed, unlovable, worthless, or not good enough?