I haven't contributed to this thread, but the above post by Open Eyes, really got me thinking. I felt worthless for, well, always. still deep down too. I know it was instilled in me from a very young age. I grew up kind of sensitive and emotional. I didn't know anything except it hurt to be alive.
We all have different experiences, but abuse is abuse and neglect is neglect. I've forgiven them. I just don't know, why in all my years, I still am hurting myself. I know I'm not a victim. I keep doing stupid things that end up making me feel like a fool.

I stayed with someone that called me the worst names there is, but my parents did the same to me. And between themselves. For me, the verbal was worse than getting hit. Mental torture. I already hated myself, I surely hated myself when no one could see the good in me. Slowly, I'm realizing, I am just me, I can't do anything but accept myself, the good and the bad. I know I may have hurt some people in my life, and the guilt ate me up. It still can.
Don't we all interfere somehow.. there is no perfect way. It must be that we are being taught something.
Maybe about ourselves, more than the person that hurt us. hugs to all