Growing up, it was beaten into me that it was always my fault. Always. That mindset still follows me. At its worst point, people would glance my way and automatically I believed I did something wrong, and a pathetic sorry would fall out of my mouth.
The meaning changes from province to province, but I believe I can say with confidence that any holiday that involves a possible four (or more) day weekend, it's defined as a two-four weekend.
Anytime I would seek a need, I was every word under sun: spoiled, greedy, needy, ungrateful etc. Trying to fulfill need isn't the same as being needy.
The next part I need in helping my confidence is interacting with others. I've been challenging myself to talk to five strangers daily, and it's been working. Now, I need something a bit bigger.
Once I realized what was happening, I self-sabotaged myself with humour: calling myself a doormat or someone who stood pretty strait for someone with no backbone.
When you're in a lot of pain in one area, the focus tends to stay there. An odd side-effect of injections for pain is that your brain's now able to remind you that other areas are either bad, or worst, flat out busted.
There's a key set of symptoms that I always have, and although they can make life challenging, I find them interesting. Yes, I said interesting.