I'm insensitive. I'm a crappy friend. I'm an even worse sibling. I wouldn't call myself the best fiance, either.

In general, I'm not worth the dirt I walk on.

This stuff is a small fraction of what I think on a daily basis. From the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. It's non-stop. It's every day. It's my life.
No amount if therapy has ever helped this. Not a single medication, mindfulness or alternative therapy. Nothing stops it.

What's the point in fighting the truth anymore? Even when I'm happy, I still think and "hear" these things on repeat.