Messed Up in Michigan
I always feel guilty.
I never feel good enough, never adequate.
I feel undeserving of the good things I have.
I don't always believe people when they say nice things about me. I've long grown tired of wondering when I will ever be happy, why I cannot be happy and why, when I truly try to achieve accomplishments in my life, I am still not happy.
When I try to assert myself, I feel like I am perceived as being bitchy.
I am often sorry for everything.
Periods of time in my life where I did feel good and thought I was happy are like splashes of color, along a time line of dark memories.