oh man do I. last week I had a nasty self-pity night. I cried myself to sleep and argued with myself and told God I was mad etc. see I was raised in a traumatizing home with an abusive step-mom (step-monster!) I sometimes don't understand how I had such a ****** childhood and now I have to deal with the nightmares, panic, flashbacks and bad memories. and on top of that I have schizoaffective and get psychosis a lot. I often get depressed and wonder why I have this particular existence. but then I see what I really have,

I have a story. I can help others. I have empathy and ability to understand others to the point of being able to help its why I want to do social work. its why I am passionate about peer support. yes I get mad at the God I identify with. (I am a Christian.) but I accept it.