I just noticed how obnoxiously self important I’ve been over the years and soon came to realize that it is my insecurity and lack of self knowledge that forced me into this state of mind. When I think I can’t do something, I have to test myself a little that maybe I can. It’s a pain to because I’ve become rusty with neglect. Where’s the can of brain oil?
I felt I might be secretly special/ important for a long time and this has led to many large problems I am just starting to face.
Mental illness makes us needy in ways that are not always easy to recognize and then we end up denying it. I used to forget to eat. I think I forgot to use a bathroom once.
I think that old cliche “There is a fine line between love and hate” is particularly true of our relationship with ourselves.