The thing is, I can say it and that's OK. Tomorrow will be a better day, but I will embrace these feelings now, let them sink in and sit for awhile. Afterwards, I'll dig deep for my Grateful. I will reach for encouragement and read for distraction.
But today, mental illness is the shits, cheating spouses suck, old friends who think you should be doing better than you are can go soak their heads, family that ....... oh whatever. I'm going to bed.
Tomorrow will be better.