Geeze. I haven't had a day like this in a long time.

I know my son loves me. I know I have good friends and a wonderful therapist who care about me. More often than not, after YEARS and YEARS of therapy, I can accept myself and at least tolerate myself, if not completely (yet) like myself. I'm learning to get angry at the people who caused the hurt, instead of getting angry at myself for not standing up for myself, even though I was only a little kid and had no control over what was going on.

I seem to be sliding into an "episode," however. All I could think last night and so far today is that I'm approximately the worst human being in the entire history of humanity ever to walk the earth. I'm smart. I'm witty. I'm good at my job. So where is this "you completely suck, you worthless piece of crap" feeling coming from?

Most of the time, I *know* all the good things, and believe them. But it looks like it's going to be a while before I believe them again. I know it's the depression talking, but when it takes over, it does so on a grand scale.....

I suppose every depressive has similar stories -- I'd like to hear some. Misery loves company, after all.

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