Lots of intrusive thoughts lately. Mostly about ending it. I'd never act on it (I hate to disappoint people), but it's consuming me. I picture all these situations of my demise. My job is super stressful and I just can't handle it anymore. I'm so stressed that I was actually seeing stars yesterday. I'm tired of feeling like a zombie with my meds. I want to quit but hubby is reluctant to have such a drastic decrease in income. Maybe if he knew what was really going on in my head, he'd grant me a reprieve.