I know at the age of 32 I seem to be feeling worthless. I feel like I don’t know why my wife loves me, or that my daughter would be better off with a richer father than I. Also, I feel ugly and that I am not worthy of anyone’s love. I feel bad that I am not rich and cannot provide for all the luxuries that my wife deserves. I feel that if my wife got rid of me she could get a better looking and richer husband. These are really my thoughts and they did not take control of me until recently.
This sounds like you are getting really depressed. I have had feeling like this too but the meds. did not work for me. This is really rare though. You really need to tell your psychologist everything you posted above. They have meds. that really can help for this and they are not bad for you. They add more of the natural chemical in the brain that you are lacking.
In the mean time I think it does really help to know that you are never alone because Jesus is always with you and He loves you so much! My favorite psalm is 139. Whenever I read I feel so much better. Here is the first part of it. I cannot post all of it because it is too long.
Psalm 139
O Lord, thou hast searched me and known me!
Thou knowest when I sit down and when I rise up;
Thou searchest out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.
Thou dost beset me behind and before,
and layest thy hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high, I cannot attain it.
Whither, shalll I go from thy Spirit?
Or wither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I ascend to heaven,thou art there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, thou art there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there thy hand shall lead me,
and thy right hand shall hold me.
If I say, "Let only darkness cover me,
and the light about me be night,
even the darkness is not dark to thee,
the night is bright as the day;
for darkness is as light with thee.
For thou didst form my inward parts,
thou didst knit me together in my
mother’s womb.
I praise thee, for thou art fearful and wonderful.
Wonderful are thy works!
Thou knowest me right well;
my frame was not hidden from thee,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately wrought in the depths
of the earth.
Thy eyes beheld my unformed substance;
in thy book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are thy thoughts,
Oh God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more
than the sand.
When I awake, I am still with thee."