It's been smooth sailing for at least a week. Last weekend, I hung out with a couple of girls from work that I really like...and they definitely seem like my "people." No bs, just real. I feel like I have more confidence in myself and that I'm gaining some stable footing/stable sense of self again. Not just because of these girls, but because I don't feel depressed and am not talking myself down.

Incidentally, I was invited out after work yesterday with a clique that tends to go out pretty regularly on their weekend (most of my coworkers have a weekend rotation--I work every weekend, and have one off a month). I've worked in that ER six months, and this is the first time they've invited me in spite of the fact that I've expressed interest. It made me feel badly to be excluded (even though it's actually a rather small group). But I went...and I didn't fit in. Not in a bad way, because they weren't mean or anything, but they just aren't my "people," you know? We don't have a lot in common besides work...I guess that's the best, shortest way to explain it.

Just reinforced the realization that, even though it hurts not to be included, sometimes being included isn't always right for you either.