For as long as I can remember I have been a person who always had a genuine disdain for myself. I am not someone who has had a horrible childhood or a person who has had a significant life changing event that contributed to this feeling. I have had the most supportive family and friends throughout my life that have been there at every turn to try and lift me up.
So why this feeling you ask?
Lonely, sad, hated, confused, tortured, frustrated, helpless, broken, worthless, a failure...
This is mental illness.