Mine turned out to be a fear of being responsible for my own life and how it hadn't turned out the way I felt it should've, coupled with a total inability to perceive how I could possibly be any other way.|
Almost a full decade of being an apparently helpless victim who couldn't cope with life, which was constantly overwhelming and far too much for me to cope with. The older I got, the worse it seemed to be, escalating me all the way to the point where I had to see a CPN and go to therapy every week. I didn't manage to do a full-time job until I was 31, even though I was smart enough to study medicine. I was absolutely convinced that I could not possibly cope with life, and my anxiety generated sabotage behaviour after sabotage behaviour to prove this point.
Not everyone is me though.
All we are is dust in the wind, dude.