I feel like a gigantic lie. 

A few weeks ago, I was fine. Enjoyed my life, family, friends, colleagues. But I spiraled and haven’t crawled out, and now I hate myself. I feel like the worst person to ever walk the planet. It gets worse when I’m around people who like me because I feel like I’m waiting for them to find out I’m awful. I know I’m not my thoughts, but I can’t get past it. How do I talk to people and live my life when I feel like I should just be put away on an isolated island where I’m just stuck with myself? It almost seems like I would be less anxious if everyone hated me as much as I hate myself. At least there wouldn’t be any confusion.