Anxiety has me so heartbroken . I feel so abandoned by my mother who's passed and by God . I'm not a bad person , what did I do to deserve this ? Why do good people go through the worst ? Having this illness makes me hate myself for maybe not appreciating life as much as I should of before being diagnosed . This illness is complete hell. I don't feel like myself , I don't even like looking at my reflection in the mirror . Im mentally , spiritually , and emotionally drained .