So. I have really been busting my ass lately. Pushing the envelope on approaching the fears that paralyze me. Taking care of my sleep, exercise and nutrition, which still has a long way to go, but I’m putting intentional effort into it, e.g. weighing myself daily and setting a quota of having at least one part of every meal involve something that has exactly one ingredient (aka produce, lol).
I even started to feel proud of myself, as in like I had pulled out of my spiral and started moving back into healthier behavior.
Then, the self doubt started. I’m feeling like kind of an a-hole for attempting to take care of myself, because after all I’m worthless at best and probably creating harms without even knowing. I know that is all cognitive distortion. I can objectively go over how I treat others, and I am satisfied with my progress towards being a fully functioning adult.
It’s like I just have to feel guilty about something at all times. I know where this came from, and I think it’s a common enough story that it’s probably not necessary to detail here. However, I do feel a little accomplished anyway. It’s more of a physical sensation of being less obstructed; as if some dark, dark clouds that have been sucking out my energy parted for a little bit.