Why are we all (or nearly all) here so hard on ourselves?

Why do we beat ourselves up for having MI?

(Yes I know all about the stigma in "society" .. childhood abuse and neglect )

Why do we feel guilty... sometimes guilty for ... just being

Surely, like the trees and the flowers, we are supposed to be here (exactly where we are?

And if not, I know of no walker or mountain climber or even crawler who "accomplished" more by beating themselves up with a metaphorical stick

I'm collecting hearts to stay alive.. many of you are in my