I think we all feel like that. I sat in my office yesterday contemplating whether or not I am the scum of the earth and deserve to be shot execution style because I was in a psych day program 13 months ago. All while dealing with a situation with the crackhead who put me there, trying to arrange housing because they are being evicted due to his threats and drug use. And trying to work with the manager at their current complex to get them out without it escalating into a police situation.

Funny, yesterday, I decided compared to that dude, I'm a pretty good guy.

The problem isn't who we are, it's who we think we are, which is worse by far than reality.