Alright, so let me preface this by saying that I don't /always/ hate my brain. I love the fact that I can remember some things that might seem trivial but can always make the people I love smile. I hate that in order to remember those things, I seem to have lost most of my working/short term memory. Ask me what I did within two days and I'll usually have a vague idea but few details. Ask me about something that happened in the year 1066 (battle of hastings) and I can talk for days it seems.
I hate that my brain always tells me that I need to freak out over every little thing that could possibly mean that someone is angry with me.
I hate my brain when it tells me that I'm not good at my job (categorically untrue - I am, by all standards, an excellent cook with tonnes of knowledge and skills at my disposal.)
I hate my brain when it tries to convince me that my little girl would probably be better off without her daddy being present in her life.
I just hate that my brain is so F*cked up and seems to want me dead.

I am on meds, they do work, I just hate that they will never /fix/ what is broken inside my head.