One time long ago when I was in therapy for depression, I got the homework assignment to go back in my mind and meet myself as a child. What what I say to me? All I could think of to say was, "It's going to be okay." But I knew I was lying to the kid because I knew it would suck being them. And by they way, I've had a relatively very good, lucky, privileged life by most measurements. Since I got on happy pills (and made other difficult changes), my life stopped sucking, but the world went all to hell. <sarcasm>Ah, this precious thing called life!</sarcasm>