Someone who means a lot to me hurt my feelings real bad when I told her how I was feeling. "How can you be depressed if you're so happy all the time?" And I just shook my head and said, "you're lucky you don't know the answer to that question.
I am my worst enemy. I learned long ago that if I attacked myself then it did not hurt as bad when others attacked me. It was about survival. Now, the hardest thing I am learning is how to love myself.