I am guilt ridden. At a low but chronic level. I find. To my surprise.
It went undetected all my life. Now I find it lurking there. A sort of substratum.
Guilt about what? About not doing enough. Doing what? It doesn't matter. Not specified. The point is I should be doing. Merely to be doing is the thing.
But: here's the rub – no matter how much I do the guilt can never assuaged, sated. It is always there saying 'don't stop'.
Is this common? Is this the Anglo-saxon 'original sin' thing?