It helps that I'm at college literally a thousand miles away from her and she can't tell my T that she's the best freaking person in the world and I'm just her poor, ill wayward child. I kinda freaked out last night when I saw that she had looked me up on linkedin, and then decided to look at her profile. A hundred people endorsed her for qualities that would make her seem like an okay person... ie, things I never saw. Unfortunately she and her husband have taken to emotionally and very recently physically abusing one of my little sisters in my abscence. I almost threw a chair when I heard that. Thankfully CPS has been called to investigate, not that their buracratic bs will find anything. One of the unfortunate side effects of working at my dad's family law practice is I know exactly how full of crap that system is.

but I digress...

My dad's really supportive though he doesn't seem to understand... and he seems to think, since I'm imminently going to be *officially* diagnosed bipolar (there's some stupid law with MD drivers licences where you have to disclose bipolar and they get to take away your licence if they decide to think all bipolar people are inherently crazy, so my T has been biding time) that every little mood problem can and must be solved with copious amounts of as-needed medications.

I think what makes me depressed is my sudden lack of energy and inability to do more exercise more than the running itself. But if I'm completely out of energy it really doesn't matter if I'm depressed because I don't have the energy to do anything dangerous. That's how I see it, at least.