since I could hold my head up high...
No, let's not resort to staind lyrics, they're so fucking depressing. As if I need anything else to depress me at the moment. I feel like shite. I'm trying to be cheerful, I really am, it's just so damn difficult to act when I feel like this; constantly on edge and paranoid that something's going to go wrong, that I've messed up and will lose my job, that everyone hates me. This is what the CBT is supposed to be for but I can't say it's helping too much.
Right now I can't make sense of anything in my head, except that I have to urge to make a complete mess of myself. I'm on my second drink of the evening without having any dinner yet, and I don't think I actually want any. At least I seem to be losing some weight judging by the two inches I can pull a relatively new pair of jeans away from my waist but hey ho, it's probably just the fluoxetine. What a FAB side effect!
