I have no trauma in my life, nothing meaningfully bad. I've never suffered except for things created by my own mind - I've had depressive symptoms since I was maybe 10, thought about suicide for the first time around age 11, but it's all born of self-hatred. Nothing deep or thoughtful. My mom used to tell me I brought it on myself, more or less, that I felt bad and guilty because I was lazy in school or something.

My moods get more erratic as I get older, but there can't be anything wrong because I had an abuse-free, trauma-free childhood. I have no business being unstable, being depressed. It's weak and entitled. Everything I do is weak and entitled. Even my leaving home less than a year ago was an act of spoiled-princess entitlement, I had no right to leave.

But I digress. Nothing happened to me that warrants my being depressed or unstable.