Refresher of where this blog came from… inspired by my sister.
Guilt. Here’s something I am so uncomfortable with and yet feel it too often. Guilt about what? I’m really not guilty of much, but I make myself feel guilty about much. Not sure if that’s understandable? If I forget to get something done, or if I procrastinate, or if I don’t call someone back right away. These are all guilt creators. Nothing major, but they cause my stomach to feel like it’s knots and those knots won’t go away. I used to eat them and throw them up, but without that “out” now, I have to deal with them. I have to face them. I can’t hide behind the mask anymore. Working out helps somewhat, taking time to be reclusive doesn’t.
It’s awful. An example. I don’t call my parents for a week. The longer I don’t call, the more difficult it is to call. I get nervous, afraid to…
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