Bad day today. I ran out of zoloft and I was a little scattered at work I think. It didnt go too well. All was great until there was a question asked across the yard. And I answered honestly, perhaps a bit tactlessly... It just slipped out as it was the truth.

I feel awfully guilty now. I am trying desperately to forgive myself but it is not working yet.

I dont really like who I am, I feel right and happy when I am being who I am, but I dont like that person. Maybe that person is unfamiliar?