I had another "moment" just now. I thought about how bitter and insensitive I was in the past. Especially toward my mother, I thought about how I was so closed off and uncaring when she was trying everything to help me, and I was overtaken by emotion. I held back the tears that wanted to come through, but if I wanted to I probably could have easily let it all out right then and there. Even as I type this, I'm still doing it a little.
I feel so guilty about the way I've been wishing she'd just forget about me, wishing I'd never have to be in any contact with her again.
It was horrible of me.
Other than that, I've still been feeling pretty worthless, and that I've never made a positive difference to anyone. Other users have spoken of how they lost a loved one, grew up with careless parents, been treated with blatant disrespect; all the atrocities, and it's made me think........... "Who am I to complain?"