I've been consumed with  fear for a great deal of my life, and it's inhibited my ability to live  as I please. There've been many things I've been afraid of over the  years, but I'd say the big thing right now is whether or not I'm a good  person. I won't get into the specifics, but I've been debating my  morality for quite some time, and coming to the conclusion that I'm  irredeemably bad is something that terrifies me. I'm not sure if I'm a  bad person or not, but even the possibility that I am sends me  spiralling into bouts of guilt and dread. I've isolated myself from a  lot of things as a result, and I have no motivation to pursue hobbies  and talents, create art, or socialize, despite wanting to do those  things. I certainly might be overanalyzing all of this, and I suppose I  could come to a more definitive conclusion on my morality if I did  enough research on it, but I'm afraid of coming to the conclusion that I  truly am irredeemably bad. I'm caught in a catch-22, and I don't see a  way out.  


What the hell am i suppose to do?