I hate it.

It plagues me from time to time and I hate the way it messes my whole world up.

I am more prone to these tendencies when I'm getting ready to go on a trip--without my family.

I know to anticipate these things, but they always creep back in.

I hate these whispers of inadequacy, fear, and doubt.

I hate the way those voices make me feel--anxious, nervous, completely vulnerable, and prone to feelings of failure.

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