Question my commitment to anything. Especially when my commitment to that thing has taken everything. When my commitment to what you are questioning has ruined my relationships and sanity and body and sleep.
I am fiercely committed. Perhaps no one knows that except me, because I am not committed on the outside. Seventy-eight percent of the time the way I act, things I say, clothes I wear, are the exact opposite from my actual commitments. I'm committed to you but I refuse to talk to you. I love you but I'll abandon you. Whatever. That's me. Gotta change.
No one knows what I'm talking about right now, and I like it that way.