I've been told by a pdoc that my "level of functioning is quite good, except for the anxiety"

Not much of a compliment but they must have their opinions

So why oh why do I (on some level) believe the pernicious lies another "doctor" .....

Why do such lies lacerate my heart like a dagger

I suppose, because I've always felt unwanted, " flawed", and alone despite all the evidence to the contrary

The family of origin were not capable of loving...

And didn't teach me much of anything..

But, apparently, this was "my fault"

I'm not angry really, mostly sad and tired