"Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves."
~Martin Luther King Jr.
I have recently come through a bought of self-doubting and self-pity; feeling overwhelmed by life, and all of the courage that each day requires. But the problem with self-pity is that it can't move me forward. All it can do is stick me in the muck where there's no vision and no inspiration.
Eventually, I just have to move forward in spite of my doubts, and allow the movement itself to sustain me until I am in the flow of hope and goodness yet again.
I allow for periods of self-pity, but don't over-indulge it. What helps me most is getting back on track.