I try to remember that it's not my fault that I have depression. It is an illness. I have bad days and I have good days.
It makes me think about times when I've set out to lose weight, some days I do a good job "controlling" myself by eating healthy, and some days I just go off he rails and eat a whole bag of Reese's peanut butter cups. Yeah, I didn't do such a good job that day but that doesn't mean that tomorrow can't be better. I felt really guilty and ashamed when I quit therapy because my psychiatrist wasn't a good fit for me, but I feel good about taking a step toward managing my depression my seeing a psychiatrist and by joining this site.
