I feel like I’m worthless. Like I serve literally 0 purpose in this world. I have a husband and a child who I love. But...I feel like I make their lives worse. Like I’m an annoyance. I’m talentless. I can do certain things pretty good, but I don’t have an actual talent. Most people have 1 or 2 things that they’re great at and have profited off of. Not me. I don’t have a bunch of friends like others. I don’t know quite how to describe it, but here goes. I like having friends just to say I have friends. But honestly, the work that goes into friendships, or any relationship for that matter, is exhausting. I feel like I’m constantly paranoid of doing or saying the wrong things. And even when things are perfect, I ruin it with my paranoia people are always saying to be a good friend to others....but how can I be a good friend to anyone else when I suck at being a friend to myself?