Thanks, everyone, for your replies.

I never thought I'd be in a position to seek help to improve a not-so-bad situation, not when I figured I was way messed up for years. You know, even if I was in perfect mental health, I'd still say I had issues just because it's the only thing I know how to say. Besides, everyone says I'm crazy, anyway (bless 'em).

In a sense, we don't have that much juicy stuff to go on in sessions. She asked if I'd told my parents I was seeing her--if I had, I could ask them what the psych had said about me as a kid. It's sort of the only interesting spot. But I haven't told them and don't plan to.

Our last session was on what classes I could take and thus seemed like rather a waste of money, ahem. But she's talking about meds now, and I'm thinking it's just because it'll give us something to talk about.

But whatever comes of this, good or bad, I'll still go. And keeping a mood diary is sort of interesting.