That's how I feel. I can't do anything right. I can't even get therapy right. I try and try, but nothing ever works. I just keep relapsing into depression and anxiety and an eating disorder. I feel like I should just disappear. I have to start eating. I'm nearly passing out from hunger and yet I get a wonderful sense of accomplishment when I lose another pound. It's sick. But it's the only thing I can do right.