The further back I step from the personality the roles she plays become more clear.
The discomfort arises when the seeing identifies, self critisim and a need to “fix”things seems to take over. As if the expression came out wrong in some way.
I hesitate to write this, as I hesitate to live fully. The observer in its diligent becomes a tyrant of the mind. Censoring all expression. Loneliness shows up. Who is the one who is lonely. It’s the same one that stops expression. Sometimes shows itself as fear.