I don't feel bitter about my past. I do feel sadness for what I endured. I do wonder how my life might be different if I wasn't neglected.

What I do feel bitter about is my mental health. Everyone tells me how much potential I have, how I could do any career I want to do. But my stupid mental health problems always get in the way. I feel like a waste of life. I know my past exasperated my mental health, but I also was born emotionally sensitive. And my parents had their own mental health issues which maybe I inherited something? Idk. I just hate where I'm at in life: 32, can't hold down a job, don't know how to have a friendship, and struggle to leave the house. Yet, intellectually, I could be so much more. My dream would have been to be an architect, but nope. /sigh