No matter how hard I try to improve, I’m still not good enough.

No matter how hard I try to understand my boyfriend’s feelings and illness, I’m still “self centered”.

No matter how much I think I’m making effort to improve my life, even though I got a job, made some friends, and learned to get out of the house, I’m a failure because I dropped out of school.

No matter how hard I try, I’m always the one to blame because I have “mental health problems and my needs never get met.

Then you guys wonder why it’s so hard for me to stay motivated and on track. Why suicide seems like the best option sometimes. Because nothing positive I try to do actually matters.