Today, I spent four hours of terrible stress thinking how my parents will yell at me and be all nasty for having to cancel this weekend's visit. When I finally gathered the courage to call (I'm seriously proud of myself here), they were very nice to me.

I hate what depression does to me. It's like I can't see any good scenario of any situation or of anyone's behavior. Grrr. And when something does go well or a person is nice to me, the relief only lasts so long before my mind drops into the dark pit again.