Am I Asking Too Much?

I am hard on myself. It is a characteristic in which I have taken great pride. It has been my motivation, emblematic of my constant drive for self-improvement and the high standards to which I hold myself.

But it has soured, turning into this immensely unhealthy, twisted pressure. I have become so critical that I often do not feel worthy of praise or promotion, love or anyone’s interest in me, whether romantic, platonic or professional. I guess I don’t even feel worthy of the occasional cutting of the airport security line when I misjudge rush hour traffic. Continue reading