I hate myself.

And I really hate that I hate myself. I feel like a waste of space. I have lupus and I don't know how people with worse conditions do it. It's been 8 years of battling this disease. I'm so tired of waking up every day in pain. I'm so tired of asking my husband for help all the time.
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I feel so pathetic for not being able to be an inspiration or beat the odds. Evert story about disabled people overcoming the odds makes me feel even more of a failure.