I've been avoiding this question for days because this one really, really hurts. That's why I'm posting my answer, I don't want to hold on to it any more. I've come to realise over the last few days (and sleepless nights) that a lot of what I repress is fear. Fear of the future, fear of other people and fear that people will discover what a horrible person I am. My biggest self-criticism revolves around money. My family wasn't poor, but were very tight when it came to money. Everything revolved around how much it would cost and how it could be made cheaper. I've developed that habit myself and I despise it. I'm constantly bouncing between berating myself for wasting money on frivolities like dinners with friends (it's cheaper to eat in...), books (you can get Kindle freebies! Sure, they're terrible...) and heating (it's only -4C, put another jumper on!) and loathing myself for being such a cheap, pathetic looser who spends her time obsessing over one of the most boring and selfish things on the planet. You want to know the saddest thing? I think I've worked out what it was that finally pushed me to seek help, the stress that gave me such bad neurological symptoms I thought I'd never recover. It all started right after I booked a trip to Japan for myself. ... *sigh* I have tried to shed this habit and I've had some success in writing things down so I stop obsessing over them. So here it is.