I often suffer from existential dread, and dysphoria, and plain old self loathing and fear... But I feel hopeful much of the time too. I know sometimes it just seems cruel even to think it, but I really do think things can work out all right. And even if they don't, for me at least, it's important to enjoy the little things and stand as straight as you can in the face of cruel and unforgiving circumstance. We are all beautiful, even if we don't know it. Hugs?