I struggle with feelings of ineptitude. Not feeling worthy of my life, love and the persuit of happyness. I'm happy but I feel as though it's on borrowed time and I keep expecting it to be yanked from me. I'm a good person, who does good things for others. It gets to me at times though, these feelings of mine that lead to self doubt and worry and general nuts-ness.
I'm good enough for what? for who? and when? I'm good enough to treat myself fairly, to deserve a good guy and to realize that life is indeed okay. am i?