I am f'in doomed at work. I keep screwing up, and my screwups keep getting worse and worse and p*ssing off higher and higher-ups. I am struggling with my physical health, which is consuming most of my time and thoughts, and the depression has come and gone with it, but I've had days lately where getting out of bed was more trouble than it seemed worth, and that hasn't happened for a while.

Saw pdoc this morning and asked to go off the Effexor, which I've been on for a billion years (well, at least 8, maybe 9). We are now trying something else in the hopes of jump-starting things before they go too much farther downhill. But I'm just doomed, because my bosses are sick of hearing about my problems as an excuse for why I'm f'ing up my job, and I don't handle extreme criticism well at all and am beginning to wonder more and more seriously if I belong in this position, or this industry even, at all.

Somebody give me permission to go home and curl up under the covers and hide till it gets better....which right now doesn't feel like will be ever.

Candy