That mind set of "everyone's a liar" and because you think that they're immediately a really bad person. 
I'm actually in that mindset right now. 

Any compliment, any reassures that I need or ask for, a fact over your own reality that trauma has made for you. 
They're liars.
It's not true that I'm not annoying, not a bitch, not awful, not a burden, not a piece of shit. And because they didn't make an effort to say that when I wasn't at the beginning of a breakdown that makes them liars. 

Trying to convince yourself otherwise, learn the 'right reality', the reality you're supposed to be thinking compared to your own, it's almost not worth it. It's a fight, an awful battle you don't want to deal with because ya deal with it every day. Up to two hours out of my day is dedicated to splitting, a whole fucking meltdown while the rest of the day is avoiding the big negative thoughts and letting the insecurities rule out the rest of my day. 

And I'm supposed to depend on myself now, make it without my specialist, awesome. 