Belated Christmas Present

I finally received the Christmas present I wished for. Now, day 2 of citalopram. No major effects yet except insomnia, anxiety about anxiety being a side-effect, feeling spaced out and a pervasive sense of dread and apprehension (always apprehensive about things I might need to do - I can't even enjoy quiet moments because I'm in a constant state of dread about what might- and it's for non-issues. I can't go to the corner store without feeling anxious or preparing myself mentally). Actually, that was all there before the medication.

I know it takes 2-4 weeks for effect. I'd like to know what happens after that. A slow rise of me becoming me again? What if before-now-me isn't all that she was cracked up to be? Right now I see me as a failure as a person who had been given every opportunity in life - good home, education, friends, partner - and I've dumped all over it.

I want to throw my career out the door because I'm so afraid that my cover will be blown, that I don't know my way around. Still. My self-confidence is zero, I'm always second guessing myself, and I can't commit to what I think I know is right. I had a shit day at work because I wasn't sure of myself and couldn't give anyone a straight answer. I wanted to run and hide. I say to myself that I don't care about having this career. I don't know if I say this to make me feel better, or if I'd be better off without it.

I don't know if I have certain thoughts because I'm depressed or if the essential me really believes them. Thabo tells me, "You're wonderful. Everyone sees that except for you." I don't like me very much.