I’m a sabotager.
I don’t know why I do it. But sometimes, when things are going really well, it’s like I wait for the other shoe to drop.
As if, for some reason, I think I don’t deserve to be as happy as I feel…
So I read way too far into the tiniest of things. And I make myself miserable. And I start doubting myself. And I start doubting other people can actually care about me.
Because apparently I don’t think I deserve happiness, and I don’t deserve to be loved.
So instead I apparently get overly sensitive and accusatory and just turn into a really ugly person.
I’m working on it. I’m better than I used to be. But I still have some way to go.