That's something I've had trouble with for years now. My mind was hard wired at a young age to be a perfectionist, to loathe myself for any mistakes, to see myself as the odd one out, the outcast, the one who isn't "normal". While now, at an older age, I see all that, it doesn't make it any easier to change.
Self love is a concept beyond my comprehension. I envy those who can do it. It feels like being a blind man around a crowd enjoying the beautiful fireworks, talking about it like it's such a simple thing and yet all you can hear is loud noise, unable to see what makes it so special. It's one of those things that just reinforce the idea that life just isn't for me. If I genuinely can't see what's so special about it, then why push myself to suffer meaninglessly?
Sometimes life just deals you a bad hand. Maybe you can win the game with it, maybe you can't. Sometimes however, it's just better to fold and save yourself the effort. Why do people demonize that though? I'm not saying ending one's life is a good thing, but it isn't this selfish act that should be such a stigma to even be mentioned. People in that dark place deserve compassion, not guilt tripping and anger.
I may not love myself, but I do see the good in people capable of living happy lives. I just wish they can see our point of view as well sometimes.