Hi Dreamer

I kow what you mean about being tire of it.

My lowest point was back in 1994, I got up around 2 am and felt that everyone around me would be better off if I was gone. So I got a razor (it was galette razor, how sad is that) and just proceded to scrape my chest, not cut just scape, very pathetic. The pain of all those scrapes took my Si thoughts away, and thats when it hit me like a ton of bricks to get help. Not to mention I was so ashamed when my husband saw them. He also agreed, and said he would go with me or do whatever I wanted him to do.

My first appointment with the psychatrist was very scary and embaressing. But you know, I felt great talking to him, and that was befor the meds kicked in, just the thought of talking to someone that was going to get my head together was relief.

I have made an appointment to talk to a therapist again, and I feel that there aren't so many black clouds surrounding me.

It couldn't hurt to go once. and don't forget you have us to talk to when you finish talking to him/her.

If you can't talk to a psychatrist talk to your family doctor they can help you too or steer you in the right direction.