Everything was going so well. I got out of my depression, I made it to work every day full hours for a full week. I went to the gym even and was exercizing.

Then it started Sunday while cleaning my 16 yr old's room. I found a piece of jewelry I'd been missing in his dresser under some clothes. It proves he did steal over $3k worth of jewelry of mine, when he was doing meth. He had me convinced i'd just misplaced my necklaces, but this proved it and I went nuts. We yelled at each other. He still won't admit it, says he doesn't remember. I don't/didn't have a lot of nice jewelry, I want it back, I made payments for years on that ****! And this reminds me of his dad who used to steal money from me, total thief that guy.

But what I'm more disappointed about is losing my cool with him. And I'm disappointed that I'm feeling sad again. Things were going well, I was able to work and be productive for about a week and a half after months of depression. Then I woke up this morning with the feeling of impending doom, catastrophic thinking, so worried that I'm depressed again, and how long will I have to wait to come up again? But maybe I'm prematurely deciding this is a depression. Maybe this is just a morning where I'm sad and crying and I could be back to work tomorrow I don't know.

I didn't take my meds right away this morning because I went to the clinic for blood test for lithium levels, then realized I left the labwork order at home. Duhhh! And home is not close to town. I feel so incompetent right now.