Quartadecimus
"If a man thinks he is notĀ conceited, his is veryĀ conceitedĀ indeed."
This is nearly an axiomatic mechanism of psychological states - the most damaged people are the ones who think they're normal, the most in need (and deserving) of being loved and treated with kindness are the ones who think they're worthless and undeserving, and the most violent and dangerous are the ones who see nothing wrong with what they do. One might argue that one can acknowledge one's damage and still be damaged, but as anyone in therapy knows: one of the hardest blocks to overcome is the initial acceptance of a problem; this doesn't make you inherently normal - the axiom doesn't work in reverse - but it means you're closer than you were.
The danger in this truth is that the truly afflicted won't acknowledge it most of the time, and thus will never take a step toward a better life. I understand the difficulty in it - being utterly convinced that you're a horrible, despicable person, and not be able to see beyond the immediate emotional reaction; I have a dear cousin with MPD who stabbed her brother in the arm because one of her frags didn't like how he was joking with her, and she felt horrible about it for the longest time (this was before her diagnosis, but even after, she took a long time to get past it). She did a bad thing, but she was not bad.
Conversely, there are plenty of people who have had bad things happen to them - physical, mental, or emotional abuse - who think that because theyĀ let that happen to them, or that they did something to deserve it, that they don't deserve toĀ receiveĀ the same love, consideration or respect as someone else; this is the deepest of mistruths. They are not bad or defective, they are broken, because someone else broke them, and they had the strength to continue. They are all good people, who had very bad things happen to them.
"Sanity is madness put to good uses."
The only crazy people are the ones who think they're perfectly sane; Being afflicted doesn't make you a monster, it doesn't make you bad, it doesn't make you defective or irreparable and it doesn't make youĀ less. It makes you unfortunate. It means that you have a burden worse than the average person, and it means that you've had the strength to make it this far. It means that you've been through hells that the average person will never walk, and you're still standing.
The only stupid people are the ones who never stop to wonder if they are; stupidity is begat by ignorance, one is not stupid by sheer dint of being, but by never reflecting on their actions.
My friends, and I say this with every ounce of love I can muster, you are amazing people. You are worth every photon of light this world can give you, literally and metaphorically, and it kills me to know that anyone could think otherwise, especially yourselves. Your demons may insist to the contrary, but you must not give into those whispers - contrition is the domain of the clean hand, and guilt that of the innocent mind.
You are good.






