And this is one of those days.
I've worked hard over these last few years to improve my mental health and self image but when it comes down to it I hate myself. That's it really. I'm not expecting replies I just need to write it down, anonymously, where no one knows me. I was born hated. Mum suffers from some kind of personality disorder, she sees people as good or bad with no shades of grey. I am bad, my siblings are good. She had her first nervous breakdown when I was born. I know that's not my fault but it's how she sees me and treats me. I do try to be positive and lots of days I manage but every now and then the self hating comes over in a deep dark wave. And today is one of those days. No real trigger it just comes out of the blue. It will pass but I hate it while it's here.