Does anyone ever feel like they're just not suited for life, that they were just born weak and maladaptive, destined to be destroyed by the mean, scary world? And then add, to your own detriment, that you absolutely should be strong and cool in the face of stress? It's a nasty solution, like bleach and bile.

And then, if one takes medication, that getting better through it is just being fake, artificial, while the real you is a clump of useless matter?

My God, do the negative thoughts ever go away? Granted, I have successfully overcome some very virulent thoughts through disputation, but sometimes they come so thick and fast that one can seemingly do nothing but collapse under it.

"why, why must we never be sure til we die, or have killed for an answer" genesis