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When you truly, honestly hate yourself
Depression & Anxiety | Last Active: Jul 1 6:58pm | Replies (62)Comment receiving replies
I was not always who I am. I was once a sweet little boy full of wonder and joy. If I can not love who the world has made me I can love who I was.
Our scars are beautiful. They tell of our lives.
When the pain of my life was more than I could bare I turned inward and hated myself. Suicide is all that pain turned inward. I am not loathsome any more than a child is loathsome and neither are you.
It has always helped me to reach out to someone more in need than me. Perhaps I help them, but they have often saved me.
You are loved because of your flaws not in spite of them.
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Scars are not beautiful.
Chronic illness has turned my body into a thing I loathe and despise. Thanks to chronic illness I am regularly misidentified as a member of the opposite sex, something my male ego absolutely hates and is repulsed by. Chronic illness stopped me having a normal life, with normal human relations at the right time.
I hate it that life will not let me succeed, no matter how hard I try.
The world makes us hate our flaws. Our worth is based on what we can earn. Religion encourages us to hate our flaws. Our worth is based on cleanliness and 'godliness'.
Therefore, I hate myself.