As of this coming Wednesday, umm... *counts down the years* ...technically 27 years? I have an appointment, and I'm crossing my fingers that it goes alright. I think this place (psyche central) has helped a little bit. I think it's easier to write than to speak, especially when I can't physically say these things without breaking down into a choked up mess whenever I try.

*edit* I "went about it" because I had to sign a waiver at the hospital saying that I promised not to kill myself and that I would follow up with the psychiatrist they appointed to me this past Friday. It's been a rough week.