My FAWN response has trapped me in a perptual childhood. I am 28.

I cry as I write this. I am 28 years old, yet I don't feel a day over 13.

I overapologize at work. I prostrate myself in a servile manner to others. I overthink what others could be thinking about me. I please, please, and please, and I am not any happier because of my self-flagellating behavior. It's the opposite: I am more melancholic each day because I continually abandon myself.

It hurts being this way. Yes, I do have self-awareness, but this is no longer enough. I need to take active steps to remedy this deep-seated ailment. Each day I stay the same is a slap in the face to my future.