You are not stuck where you are unless you decide to be. Wayne Dyer
I’ve got an intruder living within me and it’s not Jim. Several friends and I were discussing our behaviors and why we act as we do sometimes. 
That’s when we decided each of us felt like someone invaded our internal habitat.
I have been dealing with insecurity and lack of belief in myself. I really never believed that to be a part of me until recently. As a younger person I felt loved and secure even into my forties. Then somewhere in time this character moved in causing me self doubt. I don’t know when he got there or how I didn’t notice he’d become so comfortable sitting on my couch with his feet on the coffee table drinking a beer and persuading me I needed to be sure he remained comfortable. I mean there he is stomping on my sense of accomplishment making me see only the mistakes and not the growth. He roars in my ears that I am not lovable because of my actions. He squeezes my belief in my goodness until only drops remain.
So how did this happen? It’s not that I didn’t believe I always needed to grow in any aspect of my life but somehow this has become psychological abuse. Again I need to say I’m not speaking of my husband. Don’t send the police! This is my own internal demon that I must have been giving growth hormones to. He’s become much too influential. Even though I may have spoken of this in some other term, what I have now is a concrete image to work with. I am now going to start the eviction process. He needs to move out of my house and find another residence (hopefully in his own house). I’m cleaning his room, throwing away the empty beer cans and changing the locks. It’s time for me to live with myself internally and find my beauty and goodness again. So don’t be looking for “for rent” sign. I want no other intruders taking up residence.
