You Might Think there’s Something Wrong with You (but there isn’t)

Sitting in the hot tub tonight, something hit me. A massive, healing wave of relief came over me, after days of ruminating about how much I hate people. I hate people. I hate my life. It's been a source of shame for me. Social anxiety. Avoiding people - just wanting to be left alone, period. And then I stay up all night like the worst insomniac - loathing my existence. And then I judge ...