Lies

I've come to realize that the majority of sin that I regret in my life have come from lies that I believed.  Whether they were lies that I told myself or ones that I've been led to believe, I still accepted them and allowed them to affect the way I thought and acted.  Often, I have found that the lie I believe the most is the one that tells me that I am not good enough.  That I am deficient, mediocre, and unwelcome because of it.  Another one is the fear that I will never experience the feelings that normal humans are familiar with.  That I am incapable of attaining certain forms of happiness, understanding, and emotion.  I try to conquer these lies and prove them wrong by searching in all the wrong places for answers that just end up hurting me.  Combined, these lies have led to one of my greatest regrets.  Even though what I did wouldn't be considered that big of a deal, to look at my decayed emotional state of that time is abhorrent to me.