A favourite poem of mine, which I have held as a standard against which all the voices in my head must be measured, I believe is perfectly suited to not only describe you, but will also be useful for you to keep around as a reality check when you find yourself heading towards the pity-pot.
As D.H. Lawrence wrote
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Hope it's useful -
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