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.