This weekend I was caught shoplifting, the most stupid thing I’ve ever done. Thankfully police didn’t get involved and everything was returned. There is no excuse but I’ve been going through a really difficult time over the last year or so and have been on tablets that have thoroughly messed me up sending me into depressive moods and giving me increased anxiety, I’ve managed to switch off them now. The guilt is absolutely killing me. I feel like such an awful person and like this might haunt me for the rest of my life. I want to do good things in life, strive to leave a positive impact and I think I do most of the time, now it feels like whatever I do this black mark will always be there. I’m paranoid people in other stores know what happened even though that’s ridiculous.
