DEPRESSION doesn't want me to be happy, so it tells me the worst thing that could happen IS what will happen.

How about I don't listen to DEPRESSION. Today I chose to go work out instead of crying in bed like I have been for a while. I chose not to have more caffeine, (which switches me into hypomania), instead I did the work out and bought some things I needed at Target.

I will do a good job at work tomorrow, because I am a good nurse. I am not the crappiest nurse ever just because I might have difficulty or need help on occasion.