This, exactly.

Saw this on Twitter just after I posted this morning. Sums up my anxiety about everything—the feeling of not being allowed or qualified to feel good about myself. 

Happiness is the ultimate crime 

What was it Oscar Wilde said about living well being the best revenge? Maybe that will be my revenge against societal expectations—celebrating my tiny achievements extra loud, and treating myself whenever I decide I deserve it, and maybe even just allowing myself to be happy?