I'm having a pretty bad day today. Not that the past week has been good. I keep kicking myself in the butt for stopping the Zoloft. I feel so alone. All I have is my parents, my 2 children, and my husband. Why do I say that's all I have? Isn't that enough? Aren't I lucky I have all of that? I hate waking up crying. I can't even think straight. If I did have a good friend that called me I don't think I would even be able to say anything to them. I'm hoping the therapist calls back and I can get in soon.
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