I want what is not real, rather than what is real.
I hide away, and run away.
I cannot trust myself.
I cannot be trusted.
I am still waiting for someone to rescue me.
I do not face my problems. I do not face reality.
I have airy ideas about reaching “heaven” through “Hell”
and specific ideas about what “heaven” would look like.
I do not do what I obviously need to do.
I dwell on the past. I ruminate. It comes in my mind and I welcome it.
I am inauthentic with others and with myself.
I plead “Guilty”.