Steve is the name that I've given my doubt, anxiety, depression and lack of confidence my entire life. Every time I truly want something out of life, it feels like Steve is there to tell me it will never happen. Every time I think about what I need to do to feel normal, I hit a mental wall, which we can also refer to as Steve. Steve effects me in every way: Socially, romantically, academically, psychologically, and ultimately makes my life far more difficult than it has to be. I can't love myself. How can I expect other people to love me and appreciate me if I can't love and appreciate myself? Steve has to go. I didn't give the prescription drugs a chance when I was younger and still on my mom's healthcare plan, and I won't have healthcare again for a long time. I've tried counseling, but I'm just too cynical to allow it to work for me. I'm so lost. I was discussing Steve with a friend of mine, and he suggested I therapeutically use LSD. I've used it before plenty of times and it's a fun drug, but I've never aimed it at a specific issue and tried to conquer it with the help of a drug. He suggested if I want to do it, I should put myself in a happy, familiar setting, have a pencil and a sheet of paper, and most importantly, a mirror. Because at the end of the day, Steve does not really exist, he's just me. And while one would think that since I just wrote that, I must understand that already and therefore already have the problem solved, I can't say that I truly believe it in my heart. I can't just repeat to myself "Steve is not real" because he's always there. No, Steve is not a real voice in my head, no, it's not schizophrenia, I just refer to this problem as Steve for the sake of simplicity. I guess what I'm saying is I feel as if a possible solution would be to find a place of solitude and confront myself... What does the Asylum think?