Sunday, April 12, 2026

 

“It’s true, no one really knows how to live. I don’t know
how to live. I don’t know if redemption is possible, something
inside us like flowering, a kind of leakage, spillway over
rough concrete dam where a life washes outside its fixed
habits and resistance, its gaping absences, abscesses, horrible
mistakes, petty avoidances. I don’t know if this life will be
enough to make me wise. I don’t know if I can wake up.
I can only carry everyone with me, ferry every atom
like a fire brigade, like an ant.”

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The inner saboteur

By Manfred F. R. Kets de Vries

Self-esteem. On the surface, it sounds deceptively simple — our self-evaluation of personal worth. But behind this tidy definition lies a tangled web of psychological complexity. Self-esteem is not a fixed trait or a neatly wrapped belief. It’s a fluid, often fragile negotiation between our past and present, our conscious goals and unconscious fears, and the constant interplay between social norms and internal expectations. 

For some, self-esteem is relatively secure — a quiet inner confidence that allows them to face success and failure with equal grace. For others, it is a brittle structure — easily inflated by a compliment, just as quickly punctured by a subtle slight. For these individuals, success doesn’t feel like triumph. It feels like danger. And it’s in this delicate psychological terrain that one of the mind’s most paradoxical dynamics emerges: the fear of success.

The paradox of success

To an outside observer, the fear of success can seem irrational. Success is, after all, the reward for effort — the external validation of competence. It should be reassuring, affirming — even joyful. And often, it is.

But for those with fragile or chronically low self-worth, success brings a dangerous implication: that they are, in fact, capable. And if they are capable, much more might be expected of them. If they can’t meet those new expectations, the fall from grace will feel even more catastrophic. So rather than risk that exposure, many opt for what feels safer: underachievement, avoidance, or even self-sabotage.

For some, this fear may be rooted in past experiences — perhaps a time when success was followed by punishment, rejection, or overwhelming pressure. Unconsciously, they learn to associate achievement with pain and instinctively avoid replicating that dynamic.

Hence, success itself isn’t inherently threatening. What makes it frightening is what it implies. For someone with deeply rooted insecurities or strong internalized shameful feelings, success isn’t a confirmation of ability — it’s a setup. A prelude to failure. A spotlight that threatens to expose what they’ve long tried to hide.

This isn’t an obscure personality quirk. It’s a recognizable psychological pattern — one that manifests itself in schools, workplaces, relationships, and creative pursuits. It’s the doctoral student who can’t finish her dissertation. The artist who abandons a project just before completion. The employee who consistently misses deadlines by a day. The friend who always backs out of things they secretly want to do. These are not mere lapses of will. They are complex — if maladaptive — strategies of self-protection.

The fear of exposure

In psychodynamic terms, what’s at stake are the scripts of a person’s internal theatre — the core narrative structures of the psyche that mediate between inner desires and external demands. These narratives don’t just influence behavior; they protect identity. And when identity feels threatened, the psyche deploys its defense mechanisms — unconscious strategies meant to shield the self from pain.

For those who fear success, the threat lies not in the achievement itself, but in what follows: heightened scrutiny, elevated expectations, performance anxiety, and the looming possibility of future failure. These outcomes stir not only conscious unease, but deep-seated anxieties shaped by early experiences of shame, conditional love, or unmet approval.

Another layer is the fear of social alienation. Success may create distance from one’s community, peers, or family — especially if upward movement feels like a betrayal of one’s roots. The fear of being “too different,” or leaving others behind, can act as a powerful deterrent to achievement.

To navigate these threats, people adopt a range of protective behaviors such as rationalization (“That win was just a fluke.”), procrastination (“I work better under pressure.”), disavowal (“I don’t even care about this.”) And most notably, self-handicapping — the deliberate undermining of one’s own performance to preserve the illusion of competence. These inner dialogues maintain a crucial illusion: that they could succeed — if only they would have really tried.

 The strategy of self-handicapping

Self-handicapping is the psychological equivalent of tying your shoelaces together before a race. If you trip and fall, you can blame the knot. Your sense of self-worth is spared the brutal scrutiny of actual performance.

This strategy — often unconscious — may appear irrational. Yet within the psychological architecture of someone with fragile self-esteem, it makes perfect sense. When your self-worth hinges on success, and success itself feels precarious, the most logical defense against failure is to disrupt the link between effort and outcome. If you don’t fully try, then a poor result isn’t proof of inadequacy — it’s just bad luck, bad timing, or a bad day. The ego remains bruised but not broken.

In this framework, real effort becomes threatening. It’s not that people don’t want to succeed — they do. But the psychological cost of trying wholeheartedly and still falling short is too great. Vulnerability becomes unbearable. And so, self-sabotage steps in as a protective shield. Holding back — through procrastination, distraction, disengagement, or last-minute chaos — ensures that if failure comes, it won’t strike at the core of one’s identity. It wasn’t you that really failed, only a compromised version — sleep-deprived, overwhelmed, poorly caffeinated.

This defensive maneuver frequently overlaps with the imposter experience — a chronic, deep-seated fear of being exposed as a fraud. Even high achievers are not immune. They fear that their accomplishments are based on luck, timing, or deception rather than genuine ability. Every success only tightens the noose, because with each win comes higher expectations, more visibility, and sharper scrutiny. If others believe in their competence, the pressure to maintain that illusion becomes more and more suffocating. And so, to escape the unbearable stakes of being unmasked, they handicap themselves — deliberately or unconsciously ensuring that any outcome can be explained away.

For those caught in this inner torment, self-handicapping becomes a survival strategy. The more they fear being found out, the more they construct escape routes. They’ll downplay their preparation, delay deadlines, or adopt a façade of casual detachment. If they fail, they can always say that they didn’t really try. And if they succeed, it must have been luck — certainly not evidence of who they truly are.

Eventually, this inner conflict can lead to avoidance altogether. Promotions, auditions, interviews — opportunities that could offer fulfillment — are turned down or postponed, not because they aren’t wanted, but because they risk exposing what feels like a carefully concealed truth: that the person isn’t really as capable as others think. They don’t shrink from success itself, but from the collapse they fear it might precipitate.

This creates a debilitating psychological loop. Effort feels dangerous, so it is withheld. Success feels fraudulent, so it is dismissed. Failure feels inevitable, so it is orchestrated. The result is a life lived in purgatory — half-engaged, half-fulfilled, shadowed by frustration, exhaustion, and a quiet, persistent fear of being found out.

The cycle can be exhausting: desire, fear, withdrawal, shame — and then, back to desire again. The person becomes trapped in a loop of compulsive repetition, unconsciously recreating the same dynamics that once caused pain, as if reenactment might finally provide mastery. They flirt with opportunity, dance near the edge of their potential, then pull back — again and again.

There is something undeniably tragic in this: the talents undeveloped, the ambitions abandoned, the possibilities unlived. But there is also something darkly absurd. What could be more quintessentially human than sabotaging your own success just to preserve the comforting illusion that, in some alternate reality, you might have been brilliant — if only you’d really tried? It’s a grim joke. And many are living its punchline.

The early origins of the success-fear dynamic

Where does this fear begin? The roots are often found in early developmental experiences — particularly in families or environments where love, attention, or praise is conditional upon achievement. When children learn, explicitly or implicitly, that their worth depends on performance, a dangerous emotional equation is formed: I am lovable when I succeed. I am invisible — or worse, unworthy — when I fail.

When this belief takes hold, success becomes complicated. It doesn’t bring safety — it only raises the bar. Mistakes are not framed as learning experiences but as existential threats. Praise ceases to feel like encouragement and becomes pressure in disguise. The child learns that to be noticed is to be judged, and to be recognized is to be expected to outperform — again, and better. Success stops being a joy. It becomes a burden. A stage from which they live in fear of falling.

Psychoanalytic theory offers an even deeper lens. In some cases, the fear of success is entangled with Oedipal guilt. Success — particularly when associated with ambition, aggression, or competition — may be experienced as a forbidden act, a betrayal of parental figures. The unconscious fear is that surpassing one’s parents, mentors, or cultural “elders” will result in punishment or abandonment. For some, success stirs an inner conflict between the desire to achieve and the fear of being cast out.

This fear is especially potent in individuals whose sense of self has been built on being invisible, obedient, or inferior. Success requires the adoption of a new identity — one that is confident, deserving, seen. That transformation can provoke deep anxiety. The person may unconsciously prefer the familiarity of smallness to the vulnerability of expansion.

These childhood dynamics follow people into adulthood like shadows. The adult who was once the anxious child now flinches at praise. They want to rise, to be seen, to excel — but the very act of rising sets off every internal alarm. What if I can’t sustain it? What if success exposes me as inadequate? What if I’m not enough?

Clinically, this creates a profound ambivalence. One part of the person’s inner theatre drives toward success, craving validation, growth, and fulfillment. The other part recoils in fear — of scrutiny, of failure, of loss, of rejection. The result is an endless tug-of-war: they pursue, then retreat. They commit, then sabotage. And afterward, they’re left wondering why they keep holding themselves back.

At the heart of this struggle is the internalization of critical voices — those of the demanding parent, the shaming teacher, the cruel peer. Over time, these voices don’t fade. They become internal narrators, forming the basis of the superego — Sigmund’s Freud’s term for the harsh inner authority that polices the self. For those caught in this fear of success, the superego never applauds. It only moves the goalpost.

And so they continue: longing to be seen yet terrified of the spotlight. Yearning to succeed, yet suspicious of success. They try and then undermine themselves — not because they believe they have no potential, but because they fear that if they gave everything and still fell short, there would be no story left to tell. No excuse to hide behind. No illusion to preserve.

What remains is a life of potential deferred — not out of laziness or lack of ambition, but out of a desperate attempt to protect the most fragile parts of the self.

Rewriting the narrative

The good news is that this doesn’t have to be the end of the story. The self-sabotage, the chronic avoidance, the fragile dance with success — none of it is set in stone. These are not necessarily permanent character traits. They are learned defensive reactions, shaped by history, sharpened by anxiety, and powered by a deep — often hidden — desire for protection. And because they are learned, they can be unlearned.

From a therapeutic perspective, healing begins not with immediate behavior change, but with self-awareness — the conscious recognition of the pattern and its emotional logic. Why do I hold back when I care so much? Why do I feel panic when things go well? Why do I always seem to undercut myself just when it matters most?

To ask these questions sincerely is to begin the work of transformation. The goal isn’t simply to stop sabotaging yourself, but to build a self that no longer needs self-sabotage as protection. That means looking beneath the behavior to the fear, the belief, the wounds.

And that work cannot be done with motivational slogans or performative positivity. It begins with compassion — not as a technique, but as a posture. A gentle, curious unraveling of the beliefs that bind a person to a life of fear-disguised-as-indifference.

It requires challenging the deeply rooted idea that worth is conditional — that success is proof of value, and failure is proof of deficiency. It means learning to risk effort not because success is certain, but because the self deserves to show up, fully and unapologetically, regardless of outcome.

Because in the end, the real tragedy of self-handicapping isn’t the missed promotions, the mediocre test scores, or the unrealized talents. It’s the untested possibility — the life unlived not due to inability, but due to fear of what success might demand. Or worse, fear of what success might reveal.

That’s why the path forward requires more than simple willpower. It asks for emotional reconstruction. Individuals must begin to develop a more stable and unconditional sense of self-worth — one that’s not tied to performance metrics, achievements, or the opinions of others. It also demands that we confront and process the often-buried emotional remnants of early shame, rejection, and conditional love.

Different forms of psychotherapy can help here. Cognitive-behavioral tools may offer a practical reframe. Psychodynamic exploration can illuminate unconscious fears and internal conflicts. Compassion-focused therapy invites softness where shame once ruled. Trauma-informed care addresses the developmental injuries that carved these defense strategies in the first place. Vocational rehabilitation counsellors may use self-affirming strategies to assist the people they’re dealing with to disrupt self-handicapping and the rejection of success.

But across all these approaches, the aim is the same: to help the person risk being seen — not because they are guaranteed success, but because they are worthy of trying. And trying again. And failing. And still being whole.

Because healing is not the absence of fear. It’s the presence of the self in the face of fear.

Fortunately, such a path exists — one where effort is safe, where failure is survivable, and where success is no longer a trapdoor, but a threshold. One that leads not to exposure or collapse, but to integration. To the reclamation of agency. To the possibility of a well lived life.

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

The Cry 

Paisley Rekdal

A man can cry, all night, your back
shaking against me as your mother
sleeps, hooked to the drip
to clear her kidneys from their muck
of sleeping pills. Each one white
as the snapper’s belly I once watched a man
gut by the ice bins in his truck, its last 
bubbling grunt cleaved in two
with a knife. The way my uncle’s rabbit
growled in its cage, screamed
so like a child that when I woke the night
a fox chewed through the wires
to reach it, I thought it was my own voice
frozen in the yard. And then the fox,
trapped later by a neighbor, who thrashed
and barked, as did the crows
that came for its eyes: the sound
of one animal’s pain setting off a chain
in so many others, until each cry dissolves
into the next grown louder. 
Even if I were blind
I would know night by the noise it made:
our groaning bed, the mewling
staircase, drapes that scrape
against glass panes behind which
stars rise, blue and silent.
But not even the stars
are silent: their pale waves
echo through space, the way my father’s
disappointment sags at my cheek,
and his brother’s anger
whitens his temple. And these
are your mother’s shoulders shaking
in my arms tonight, her thin breath
that drags at our window
where coyotes cry: one calling to the next
calling to the next, their tender throats
tipped back to the sky.

Once 

Paisley Rekdal

white field. And the dog
dashing past me 
into the blank,

toward the nothing. 
Or:
not running anymore but

this idea of him, still
in his gold 
fur, being

what I loved him for 
first, so that now 
on the blankets piled

in one corner
of the animal hospital
where they’ve brought him out

a final hour, two, 
before the needle
with its cold

pronouncements, 
he trembles with what
he once was: breath

and muscle puncturing 
the snow, sudden
stetting over the tips

of the meadow’s buried
grasses after–what
was it, a rabbit?

Field mouse? Dashing 
past me on my skis,
for the first time

faster, as if 
he had been hiding this,
his good uses. What

a shock to watch
what you know unfold
deeper into, or out of

itself. It is like
loving an animal: 
hopeless, an extravagance

we were meant for: 
startled, continually, 
by what we’re willing

to feel. The tips
of the grasses high
in the white. And the flat

light, drops of water
on the gold
coat, the red, the needle

moving in, then out, 
and now the sound of an animal
rushing past me in the snow.

Saturday, April 4, 2026

The Vacation 

Wendell Berry

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.
He went flying down the river in his boat
with his video camera to his eye, making
a moving picture of the moving river
upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly
toward the end of his vacation. He showed
his vacation to his camera, which pictured it,
preserving it forever: the river, the trees,
the sky, the light, the bow of his rushing boat
behind which he stood with his camera
preserving his vacation even as he was having it
so that after he had had it he would still
have it. It would be there. With a flick
of a switch, there it would be. But he
would not be in it. He would never be in it. 

Enemies 

Wendell Berry

If you are not to become a monster,
you must care what they think.
If you care what they think,

how will you not hate them,
and so become a monster
of the opposite kind? From where then

is love to come—love for your enemy
that is the way of liberty?
From forgiveness. Forgiven, they go

free of you, and you of them;
they are to you as sunlight
on a green branch. You must not

think of them again, except
as monsters like yourself,
pitiable because unforgiving. 

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No, no, there is no going back. 

Less and less you are 

that possibility you were. 

More and more you have become 

those lives and deaths 

that have belonged to you. 

You have become a sort of grave 

containing much that was 

and is no more in time, beloved 

then, now, and always. 

And so you have become a sort of tree 

standing over a grave. 

Now more than ever you can be 

generous toward each day 

that comes, young, to disappear 

forever, and yet remain 

unaging in the mind. 

Every day you have less reason 

not to give yourself away.