Yeah, well, I guess I'm really in the thick of it now. Blew off my am exercise group for the first time ever. Made that last post from a gas station parking lot, then called in to work and took the day off. Now I'm God know's where somewhere half way between Detroit and Ohio. I'm declaring this an official mental health day.

Today is the anniversary of the day I was thrown in jail - 3:00 walked into a psychiatrist's office thinking I had made a good decision to deal with my problems. Left an hour later devastated, feeling like the most dangerous sociopath since Jared Loughner, and condemned to the psych ward. And truly suicidal. Two days later, I was such a mess, left work at noon, said see you in an hour, then drove to Ohio, then turned around a drove up to Saginaw. 7 hours layer stopped by a deserted office complex to pick up my stuff, then went home, cried a couple of hours, then went out for that all night walk in the moonlight.

Oh, final irony, that song I was listening to a year ago, which popped up this morning by random chance, "Unwell" by Matchbox 20 - theme, mental illness.