I am sitting here at work in Salt Lake City, Utah. I am sitting here crying...why? I don't really know....ain't that crazy? I feel worthless most times(no matter how much my husband tells me otherwise), I feel I need to be punished with physical pain, and I don't really understand what's going on with me. I feel like there's a monster inside of me and that if I try to be myself, it'll come out and I will lose everything I hold dear. I have a good job: just got a raise and promotion the first of this month(july 08), I have a wonderful husband and a wonderful 22 y/o son. I just celebrated my 3rd wedding anniversary on the 19th. I am on 40mg of Prozac once per day,I wonder if I should try taking more. I used to be on 20mg per day, it wasn't cutting it, so the doc doubled it. I just don't know if life can really be worth living most times. My husband has to get rid of his service truck, because his business just failed...and I feel resposible...ya know...if only I made more money...blah, blah, blah...