"When I emailed you that I got at trouble at work and that I'm going to stop taking my meds because of it, your only words were to call pdoc. You didn't ask me about what happened at work or ask me how I'm doing. I needed comforting, but your response was not comforting. It was purely problem-solving.

This is what life seems like it always going to be for me--a long-range exercise in problem-solving. But I would like to experience life as a human being, too. Human beings have feelings. I need help realizing and valuing my feelings. When you acted as my problem-solver rather than my comforter, I felt like maybe I don't deserve those things. Maybe they are, like everything else not tied directly to the basic of survival, luxuries that I just can't afford.

This idea makes me want to give up completely. I don't know what to do to make it go away."