By my last therapist – who couldn’t accept me, even after 6 years together.

By myriad other therapists, whom I didn’t see for that long because seeing them didn’t help.

By my family, who set me up to take care of their needs, ignoring my own, so they would/might take care of me in the way that they wanted to. At least it was something. At the time something seemed better than nothing.

So I scammed myself, too.

Is it the truth that I am unacceptable? If so, then another truth is that this earth is h. .ll. Which, looking at the news, definitely sometimes seems to be the case.

Any suggestions for other ways to look at things?