I've been on 100mg of sertraline for abbot a month now. Some days are good but others not so much.
I had a bad day at work and ended up in an argument with a colleague who then reported it to HR. I was already down and out this morning but at lunchtime I just got in my car and drove. I didn't want to go back; I just wanted to keep driving to woo knows where. As always though it was the thought of DD that pulled me back. I didn't care - through the years and pain I was driving 70mph through country lanes praying for a crash so I could just go and it look like an accident.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow but know that I have to. My life is so fucked up