Yes. My pdoc doesn't like me replying with AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! I just wanna die!!!!!
And often I can't say I'm "depressed" or "manic" or "mixed" because it in no way describes the agony, desolation, fear of attack by the unknown, and certainty it is already reproducing in my body and its only demise will be in extremely hot fire.
The trouble with talking about it for 40 mins (before she provides the next script) is I go in with my paranoia partly subdued, and by the time I have finished explaining it and answering her rather penetrating questions, my stress levels have gone through the roof and she is ready to hospitalise me again for manic psychosis.