I thought I posted this last night but I guess I hit the wrong button

I just wanted to point out something that someone else just pointed out to me... that all this frustration was toward a good end, that of getting out and getting some help. It is a small price to pay for possible relief from what is going on... and has also given me a chance to focus on something other than my depression for a little bit each day.

I am still not to where I believe this is going to help... it's only been two days in the program after all. I still have a huge amount of anxiety and depression and fear--great fear--that is swamping my feelings of hope out of this. But I am trying to clutch that hope and give it a chance...

Maybe I have learned from Jack and Locke that sometimes it is better to have a bit of faith mixed in with all that "man of science" stuff