I was wrong when I assumed I was ok.
I was wrong when I thought I could just stop taking my anti-depressant medication without any impact.
I was wrong thinking that some of those closest to me would understand that a depressed state is not something you just snap out of.
I was wrong thinking the one I love the most would respond with affection to my meltdown.
I was wrong to yell and swear at my innocent son when I was having one of the worst mornings I can ever remember.
I was wrong thinking no one cared.
I was wrong thinking I was a useless to anyone or anything.
I was wrong thinking thinking I destroyed everything I touched.
I was wrong not to consider I might be wrong before shooting off at someone I love.
I was wrong to think this was going to be easy.
When were you last wrong?