My counselor said I should be proud of myself because I’ve over come so much in my life. He told me that a lot of people would have given up by now but I just keep on going. He said I’m a remarkable and fascinating woman. I should be proud to be me…

So why do I want to cry when someone says something nice about me??

I’m going to go lie in bed and wallow in self pity. How does that make any fucking sense?!