All last semester, I had it stuck in my mind that I had to be happy and cheerful all the time, even if my inner thoughts were quite the opposite. I thought, "You have a fresh start, don't screw it up" over and over again until it was sort of a mantra. My entire life became SERVICE WITH A SMILE...even though I wasn't being paid (some of the time. I have a job). I thought that I would lose all the new friends I made and all the progress I had would be undone if I let people know I was having a bad day. Then, it happened. It hit me that I could have a bad day without flying off the handle, especially now that I'm medicated. I could have an honest to God NORMAL bad day and most people wouldn't think too much of it. A few people were jarred, but most wanted to help. That rude woman at work? God, she was rude. Having to deal with abusive mother because she screwed up your health insurance? Roommate being difficult? Talk about it. It's good to have bad days because it's a part of being human. It's not stuffing yourself into a smiling shell until you completely explode and it's not hanging out in a constant cloud of gloom. It's just a bad day and it will pass. Don't feel ashamed for what you feel, but don't let it swallow you whole either.