I feel like I am intruding on my own life. The rational part of me knows this is bunk, but the feeling part of me has all the power. So, I don't clean my room, make my bed, brush my teeth or pay my bills like I should. I feel like taking care of myself is an intrusion, even a betrayal. There's a part of me who screams in fury at the thought of me really taking care of myself and taking ownership of my life.