Fear…
I live in a near constant state of fear, one that I don’t really understand. I constantly fear that I am not a good enough friend, that I’m not a good enough worker, that I’m a bad Aunt, that I’m a bad daughter or sister…
I don’t know why this fear comes over me, or why I feel it so often. But still, it remains, and any criticism of anything I do makes me want to curl into a ball and weep.
Just another part of being obsessed with everything.

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