Guilt is addictive
When we fail someone personally, our internal narrative switches into guilt mode.
“We didn’t “show up” so now it’s time to beat ourselves.”
Secretly, though, this feels good. Nothing feels better than a guilt trip. You get to show the world just how sorry you are through self-inflicted punishment.
And before you tell me that someone else made you guilty, you have agency here. You make the final decision.
It feels right to punish ourselves because it creates a story someone else can follow. A narrative is nice when you give a stump speech, not so nice when you create false stories that give your ego a hiding place. It lets you give yourself points to show the world that you care.
It’s nonsense, because no one is keeping score.
It is a complex way to hide, nothing more.