too much damaged done

I never fail to remind myself of how unready I am for so many things. How I’m still weak for alot of things. There’s so much fixing to do with myself but I can never. I don’t think I can fix myself. There’s too much damaged done. And I don’t even know what caused it in the first place. There was no traumatic childhood, there was no broken first love. The anxiety, the trauma, the paranoia just hit me randomly.