About getting out of your comfort zone. Continuation.

And this stilted construction has either a taste of painful shame (“I’m not good enough, I’m not up to the norm, even crack”), or guilt (“I’m not trying hard enough, I’m not good, not good, no one will love me when I’m not well done"). And shame and guilt are things like thistles that will always find something to cling to, no matter how real success you achieve. Even if you finally stop feeling sorry for yourself and stop eating altogether (although this is not a success). But in a ruthless vacuum and at the limit of strength, no normal person will last long. Further, plus or minus three ways: crawl back into the "comfort zone", fall into clinical depression (when not a bad mood, but a diagnosis) or into severe psychosomatics. Which option do you like best? Me first.