Swimmingly, swimmingly life ticks by
as recovery happens, days brightening.
Goals unreachable through massive drives
suddenly, smoothly fall into place.
Self-confidence builds, fear diminishes,
as humility and released outcomes
yield happiness, fulfillment, success.
Yet sometimes old tapes, forgotten,
long-hidden but well-worn find their voice.
How could I be content?
I don’t deserve happiness! I’m not worthy.
Nothing has changed except everything
when shame kicks in, guilt grabs control.
Who gave it that power?
Who made it the trump card?
Oh. Did I do that to me?
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