I feast on Guilt and bathe in Despair.
It will always be my fault: I wasn’t strong enough, I was too lazy, I didn’t try hard enough, I’m a bad person and not deserving of love. I can never be enough. I am wrong. I am bad. I am inferior. I am less than. I should be better, do better, work harder, overcome. Why shouldn’t I be a superhero? I’m too fat, I’m too weak, I’m not disciplined enough, it’s all in my head – not real.