How I've gone through life:

1). Getting hit by mom, by older brother, at school ---It could be worse.

2). Dad kicking me out all of the time, getting drunk, telling me I'm stupid and completely worthless. ---It could be worse.

3). Getting jumped twice. ---It could be worse.

4). Being diagnosed with PTSD, major depression, several anxiety disorders, I.E.D., ADHD, and most recently seeing paper work go through labeling me bipolar (and a lot of other mentioned disorders that aren't official dx) ---It could be worse.

5). Being unable to maintain a job, being a burden on my fiance (my words, not his) and overall feeling worthless. ---It could be worse.

6). "We found something we weren't expecting." Melanoma stage 3b at eighteen. ---It could be worse.

So many other situations where I told myself the classic line of, "It could be worse." There are benefits to having this style of thinking and there are some downfalls. One benefit, it helps me get through the situation because I know I could be dealing with worse. A downfall, I don't see myself as actually dealing with hardship because I see others go through worse; so why the hell am I complaining?
Yes, my life could be worse, a lot worse. No, that doesn't make what I went through easy. Yes, I'm still suffering from past events. No, I'm no longer having to live with many of them.

I'm going to be honest, I'm writing this as a reflection of self. I'm analyzing how I've made it and how it made things worse/better in some ways. Lately, I feel invalid and I'm seeing others feel the same. I tell them they are valid and I mean it with every fiber of my being. I tell myself the same and I quickly retort with a, "Doesn't change a damn thing because I know I'm not worth ****."
I'm in a constant battle with myself and my mind. To be honest, there's not a single person on this earth that can tear me down faster and more effectively than I can. I have one gift, that gift is to beat myself up so that I won't ever become Icarus. Stay low, stay small and maybe nothing will happen. Live for a little while and be kicked down to my ultimate demise. These are my choices. Too bad I'm so indecisive.