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20 Ways Your Character Might Self-Sabotage

(Because sometimes the biggest threat to them… is them.)

➵ Pushing people away before they can leave.

➵ Saying “I’m fine” when they’re not, and getting mad when no one sees through it.

➵ Pretending not to care so they don’t get hurt.

➵ Quitting things they love when they start to go well.

➵ Staying in bad situations because at least it’s familiar.

➵ Ghosting when things get too emotionally intimate.

➵ Joking about real pain so people don’t take it seriously.

➵ Falling for people who are emotionally unavailable.

➵ Making plans they know they’ll cancel.

➵ Overcommitting to avoid dealing with themselves.

➵ Getting angry instead of being honest about fear.

➵ Comparing themselves constantly, to everyone.

➵ Never celebrating wins, only fixating on flaws.

➵ Sabotaging good relationships because they don’t think they deserve them.

➵ Chasing chaos because peace feels boring (or unsafe).

➵ Apologizing too often or never at all.

➵ Giving up halfway just to say “See? I told you I’d fail.”

➵ Playing the therapist friend but never talking about their own pain.

➵ Procrastinating until it's impossible to succeed.

➵ Acting like they don’t care about something they actually desperately want.

1 Peter 2:23-25 NKJV 23 who, when He was reviled, did not revile in return; when He suffered, He did not threaten, but committed Himself to Him who judges righteously; 24 who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness—by whose stripes you were healed. 25 For you were like sheep going astray, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944-1947

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"Everything is political if you're a woman / Trans and Proud, Yessir"

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i was born in the wrong century. take me to masquerade balls. give me floor length gowns and fleeting eye contact, the air thick with sexual tension. let me fall in love with my enemy and think i’m an absolute idiot for it only to find out they’re in love with me too

― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

[text ID: I am what I am and I have to accept myself; I was born like this, in this city, with this dialect, without money; I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.]

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