Saw psychiatrist today. He wan't to know why so depressed...

Really?

He's not my therapist, so I just told him some of the crappy stuff that's been happening in my life. At one point I mentioned my Daddy & my aunt. I actually enjoyed the walk down memory lane.

Refilled meds. That's pretty much all he's there for, but he's also been there for me when I needed him. Once he even stood up to my family members who thought I was being unreasonable.