I don't see therapy helping me at all. I've had the therapy that's taken me this far but ultimately what I need is for other people to stop projecting their own flaws onto me and therapy on me isn't going to do that. For me, right now therapy is just first aid for the stresses of having to deal with the hatred of other people.

I'm considered treatment-resistant psychologically, and physically I'm a terminal case. Nothing can stop me from dying now, but a lack of stress and a job that can pay for medicine might stretch my life out a bit. But that's not going to happen as long as humanity is still at war with me.

I just want to know why people hated me so much between when I was six and when I found out I was dying - I radically changed my personality when I found out, so why thy don't like me now is a bit more obvious. But before I was sweet and caring and funny and kind, yet all they saw was a monster. I don't know why. I can't stand the thought of spending eternity never knowing.