I hate that most of the time I’m afraid to say or write things because I’m convinced that I’ll inadvertently say something wrong or hurtful or dumb. I hate that when I actually do find my voice and put something down, I’m plagued with constant second-guessing. I tear myself apart with this regularly. Between my hyper-developed sense of propriety, my fear of being judged, and my desire that the people around me (at least) be happy, it’s a wonder that I ever speak, much less write.
And I’m terribly sorry if I’ve been wrong or hurtful or dumb.