I hate this illness. I hate feeling like my brain is broken. Mostly because it is. I have become so pessimistic about the world and my life. I feel like I have nothing going for me. I’m going to die all alone. I’m a loser. I’m ugly. I’m worthless. No one will ever love me. 

I don’t know how to fix this. I just want to have a happy life. I don’t think that’s in the cards for me. Why me?