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TIFU by opening up to my coworkers while heavily intoxicated

Ok so basically I went to a park with my coworkers at night to have a drink, we bought some booze and snacks but I brought vodka, which really wasn't the best idea. After a few drinks I began to feel really drunk and things became quite fuzzy, couldn't remember much and was, to my knowledge, too drunk

Well, the thing is, after fucking around we started to talk about our bodies, mostly because some of my coworkers work out, I'm a heavy guy so I began to talk about how hard it is to try a thousand diets and still not being able to loose weight, a little embarrassing but nothing too much really, I could manage.

Some time later a girl started talking about something personal, I'm not going to get into it but it was in the topic of relationships, I comforted her, but as soon as I said something like "You are worth more you know that" she said something like "And so do you" and I just, couldn't take it, I said "Nah, I'm not really worth nothing" and then boom, flood gates opened, started saying that I am worthless and that I feel bad, at the verge of crying even, she comforted me and so did my coworkers, I think I really killed the mood that time, I even began to feel bad about it, overthinking what will happen after, tried to do breath exercises and all but thankfully I managed for the moment, It doesn't end there though, I asked to talk to a guy in private about the whole situation, we did, he comforted me but I really feel like this isn't going to be forgotten.

Tried to suck it up and then I was fine the rest of the night, we even played some playstation in a guys house that was nearby.

After I got home and all I felt like I really fucked up, like I crossed a line, if all of this happened with a friend I would understand it, but with coworkers? Even tho they're cool, I think I just fucked up by crossing that line and over sharing way too much Really feel a lot of shame and guilt right now, I just hope I get to talk about this with my therapist and forget about it. My coworkers and I have a "What happened the weekend stays in the weekend" policy but still, I think I'll be the center of some gossip for a while.

Sorry for the broken english, it isn't my first language

TL:DR Opened up about how I feel about myself to my coworkers on a night out, can't stop thinking about it and now I feel shame for what I did

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