It's horrid, ya know? Thinking that all the love you've ever received was faulty. That all the care you were given was wished to be taken back. But, my life goes on. I'm sure my mind will find new faults in my self beings, but it's what my mind has always done, and I have grown used to it. Usually my faults, that are picked out by my brain, are confirmed by others judgement. My anxiety reaches new highs when I face that judgement, only to experience deeper lows of depression the following night.
