My positive actions, feelings, thoughts and accomplishments are of no consequence.

I am, by defiinition, dirty and disgusting. I always was

I am defined by and should always be punished, as harshly as possible, for all my mistakes. If there is any possiible doubt as to why I do anything, the reason is always negative If others don't punish me harshly, I punish myself anyway, endlessly......

Other people's mistakes and thoughtless or wrong actions don't count because they are intrinsically more valuable than I am. It's only me who should always be punished.

In loving memory of a parent.

I do not think like this all the time. Far from it. But those dark and ugly thoughts are there lurking somewhere, threatening to overwhelm me and choke the life out of me

I'm still fighting. I'm still trying ... and I'm trying to do the right thing, the wise thing, the kind thing, even when overwhelmed by pain.

How can I respect others (even when they seem not to respect me) at all times and yet be true to who I am? I wish I knew. But I'm trying.... I always have.... but I am also learning, although I wish it didn't hurt so much