I'm in a mixed mood. That means I'm feeling both sides of my bipolar at once. I'm doing horribly. I've taken it out on you all day. I yelled at you when you played therapy symantics with me. I'm a crap client. I slept an extra seven hours today. BUT every time I woke up I targeting all my distress onto you. You told me you had oral surgery today, and I still harassed you. I'm a loser and a failure. I'm probably going to be the worst client all weekend. That's my trend when I feel this bad. I'm going to push our boundaries to the limit. I doubt you still care. I even told you that. You said it wasn't reality. I think your lying. I think your over me, and my ups and downs. I think you just don't have the gutts to say it. Go ahead T...say it. Be like the rest of them. I'll never make it through this...never. I told you I needed you to be extra supportive and I'm most unpredictable in this state, but you haven't listened. Fine..