I'm actually writing this response from the waiting room of my psychologist, FunkyMonkey, and we're working on getting me a new psychiatrist. I've been without for about five months and then two years before December. My father doesn't believe in mental illness. He says I need to man up and stop *****ing. Thank you dor the kind words, though. I wish I could say they made it all better, but I'm in an extremely dark place right now.

Maranara, I am so sorry that what I've said effects you so much. It is nice to know I'm not alone, though. Maybe we can work through this together?

And finally, Wolfin, thank you as well. I'll write more, myself, later.

Right now my anger and anxiety are just making me nauseaus, so thinking in anything resembling a straight line would be impossible. The more sick I feel, the more I repress. The more I repress, the angrier I get. The angrier I get, the more anxious I am. The more anxious I am, the more sick I feel. Anyone else seeing a pattern here?