I feel so messed up. Like I'm defective. Took too many of my pills, just to put myself out of her misery. I feel like I am bad for everyone. I am supposed to feel thankful and blessed, but I don't. I feel like hell. I feel like I need help, not cheering up. I know people want to help, but last time I checked, this was an illness, not a need for an attitude adjustment. I feel angry and unheard. I feel worthless and stupid to even try.