While that may be a run-on article title, it expresses my sentiments, and my habits, exactly.
You and I and everyone who's suffered from narcissistic abuse have the tendency to compensate for always feeling like a failure by overdoing it. Perpetually. Constantly. Habitually.
If your parents ever told you, "You won't amount to shit," then this article is for you.
In The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, C. S. Lewis wrote, "Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer."
That's exactly how I felt yesterday when I clicked "Publish" on my very last article for PsychCentral. This is the first time in five years I've been unemployed and, if it weren't for the lack of income, I'd feel deliciously free.
But can I relax? Nope! I've been a working girl too long for that.
A Note to Trolls and Gremlins:
You're more than welcome
to exercise your
Freedom of Speech.
For about $300/year,
you can disrespect me
on your own website. Cheers!