I'm starting to wonder about how stable I am.

For days and days I was depressed, on the verge of suicide. Suddenly I felt better. I felt unstoppable, like when I was 16.

But today, I was called a name, and now I feel like life has no meaning.

I don't know what's going on with me. I recognize this is something silly to get worked up over, that people are called things every day. But for some reason, just being called a name has put me right back where I was a few days ago.

I don't know what's going on, and I haven't been getting much help, save for a small handful of understanding words from, I think a member or two. I'd just like to know what is so wrong with me that I could want to drown one day, feel like a bestselling author the next, and just being a victim of name calling makes me want to burn.