No many how well I do in life, or how many people say nice things, there is a part of me that still feels like I should be sorry for something. Sorry for doing well, sorry for being myself.
Just sorry for breathing!
I spent many years in friendships where I was always in trouble for something, being told off like a little kid that I almost still expect it sometimes.
I’m not quite sure how I change that, guess I’ll have to look inside for the answers.