Who the hell do I think I am?

You know, I ask myself this all of the time so it’s completely logical for you to ask the same question. I have struggled with self-esteem and self-worth for as far back as I am able to remember. I wasn’t born that way. I wasn’t born questioning who I am and what right did I have to walk this Earth. I was born an open vessel of love and happiness, it was through my experience of the world in which I was taught to dislike myself and question everything about myself. Why am I here? Why do I have to suffer this pain?