I was stressed today. I didn't talk to anybody, barely ate anything, didn't even smoke many cigarettes. I didn't want to leave the room. It's week one of Zoloft. And then I started to have some positive thinking. I started to realize that I have a place in this world, even though it seems dark now. Tonight, I'm going to go to bed early. I start a new job in two days, ugh. I don't know how I'll handle it, but somehow I will. I am going to try to defeat this dark side, even though I don't know how. Today has not been a good day. But tomorrow, it's a brand new day. The new year didn't start out well, but it's a new year. I know thins will change eventually. Either I will get a medication regimen that works, or I will learn to cope with this depression. I'm choosing to believe things will get better, even though every bone in my body wants to tell me otherwise. It's a new year, and I think this new year will be a good year.