Self doubt is a remarkable, powerful emotion. It’s like a nagging alter-ego, ready to pounce at the first sign of vulnerability, then feast like a starving animal. For me, it seems self sabotage evolves from self doubt – it becomes the next natural step amid a flurry of negativity. Whenever self doubt weighs in, I find myself retreating into a quieter, more introspective part of my brain. I am not as playful with others, I’m not as confident and I’m not as vocal. I let things slide, instead of speaking up for myself, for others. I begin to move through the universe as if I have no real place telling anyone anything about, well, anything. And that’s a sad place to live. (Albeit, much…