Has it ever felt like you were being too critical of yourself? That whatever you did, it wasn't good enough?  If I got a 98 on a test, I beat myself up over the 2 I missed rather than feeling good about the high score.

Have you ever felt like your gut is telling you something is wrong, but others are saying, "No, everything's fine," and you find it all very confusing? Growing up in an alcoholic family I was taught to doubt my intuition.

Have you ever thought you were in love with someone, only to discover later that you really just felt sorry for them?  I would find a woman who was in great turmoil, become involved with her and think I was "in love."  Really, I was embroiled in her chaos.

Have you ever gotten upset at something happening today, but you are more upset or sad than seems reasonable for the current event?  I experienced that a number of times, and discovered I was tapping into unresolved grief.

Have you ever experienced acting a different way in a group to be able to blend in? Growing up, I learned to be a chameleon, becoming whatever I thought people wanted, in order to fit in.

Has a situation ever made you feel like you were the small child in front of the teacher's desk, afraid you had done something wrong?   I learned that growing up with a Dad who was the ultimate authority, and I had to do whatever I could to appease him.

Have you ever felt like you could be loving toward others, but just couldn't give that same level of caring to yourself?  There's a Bible verse that says, you shall love your neighbor as you love yourself.  I always focused on the loving your neighbor part, sometimes neglecting myself in the process.

Have you ever felt like something was wrong in your life, but you just couldn't put your finger on what it was? One of my favorite sayings is "defining the problem is half the solution." As I connected my adult behaviors with the events of my childhood, everything began to make more sense.

Have you ever felt like you had to have things just so - that everything had to be perfect?  A good friend remembered as a teenager trying to fold his slacks perfectly - just so - on the hanger.

Have you ever felt like you needed thrills to keep your adrenalin pumping?  Actually needed the rush? I remember one time skiing so fast I could tell I had to stay on my skis or have a devastating injury.