This is what I am. I have periods of enormous self-destructive depression, where I go completely off my trolley and lose all sight of reality and reason.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I still get awful depression. It's who I am.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
I've felt depressed many times in my life, so I can draw on those times in my life when I need to.
I know I have a very self-destructive tendency since my mother died, I have got to be honest.
It's been said to me that I'm self-destructive because I'll walk away from things that are good.
And when I get bored, it's like the worst parts of me come out. I really veer to self-destructive tendencies quickly.
I am absolutely and inherently self-destructive in that I am always making sure I'm doing what I want to do.
I think of myself as quite a confused kind of person, because I think there's so many great things about the world, but there are so many awful things too. I feel very guilty a lot of the time about enjoying my life so much when there are people living in such misery.
It's so easy for me to fall back into depression. I think it comes with having money. I don't have to work. I could be sitting bored and depressed at home with a bag on my head.