I think it went well, now I'm having trouble thinking, but I know my head was pretty clear this morning. Didn't bring up counseling, which may or may not be a mistake, I'm thinking it might be enough just talking with him once the medicine's working - speaking of, yuck. I suddenly feel like it's going to knock me out... guess no driving for me tonight. I'd go take a nap, but my room's stifling hot, and I have so much I need to get done... distance course work due in a month, so difficult to focus on it.
I'm tempted to think the depressive thoughts are from Satan, and he intentionally drops them at just the right moments - being when I'm trying to talk with someone and need to be able to think of what's wrong, only to pumult me with them again when I'm more vulnerable. It's been like this as long as I've tried talking with people... seems more than coincidence.
Ok, I'm getting a headache trying to think, and not making much sense to myself. Maybe I'll have to add to/clarify this later.