But I just can't seem to most of the time. When my depression hits, all I can see are my numerous flaws. I look in the mirror and hate everything I see. Why can't I just see the good in me? Why do I have to live a life where I hate everything about me? Why can't I believe all the nice things that are said about me? Even when I'm not depressed, I still have a hard time finding the good in me.

Ry