There are a few certainties with being human.
Death is one. Taxes another.
And SHIT. Everyone has shit.
Now, I mean this both in the literal sense, of course; have arsehole, will shit.
And in the metaphorical sense.
No one becomes an adult human without having some form of insecurity, fear, hang-ups, frustrating patterns of sabotage, laziness, debilitating preoccupation with being judged, rejected, or not loved, misdirected beliefs about themselves and their worthiness, money and success, love and relationships - or deep in the psyche of many men, being man enough.