Please don't give up on me. I'm scared, worried, feel powerless, hopeless, it's hard to believe that this will end. I'll feel good one minute then depressed another, then I'm crying, back to good, etc. I look at my kids and I'm grateful. My coworkers love me and I am grateful. Then I get swallowed again by negative thoughts. I have so many doubts. My paranoia gets me. I think people here are just writing positive things to convince themselves as well as people like me. And yet it's only been 8 months. I'm light years away from where I thought I'd be at 8 months out. Yes I think this despite how crappy I feel.
