So, like, for the past three months at least (maybe more, but it is all a blur) I have felt like absolute hell. The sad part is I really did not recognize how far gone I was, until my whole world seemed to unravel around me. I was constantly in a foul mood at work, which led to other work-related problems. My five-and-a-half year relationship was suffering. I noticed I was feeling more and more self-destructive with each passing day, but I just chalked it up to hormones, or my problems at work and with my failing relationship. I also noticed things that I used to love to do, like shopping and even watching some of my favorite movies were becoming more of a burden to me than enjoyment. I even began to lose interest in playing with my band. I honestly thought, it isn't me, but everyone else's behavior that is bringing me down, and although this was somewhat true, what may be someone else's bad day should never make one want to destroy her own life.