Hi, everyone. I'm just here to vent for a moment. I can feel myself slipping further and further into depression. I take Wellbutrin everyday, but I can sense that it's time to head to the doctor to be reassessed. I'm increasingly impatient with my daughter, I'm hurt badly by minor slights, I'm slacking a bit in school, I'm driving a bit more recklessly, and my work is slipping. Why is it so hard to just accept reality and head to the doctor when I know I need to?! This is not my first rodeo. I know what needs to be done.

I've been through far too much in my 36 years. I'm lonely, but I shy away from companionship. I desperately want to lose weight and regain my life and freedom (I am extremely overweight- more than you could guess), but I continue to binge eat. I feel utterly worthless.

Thanks for listening. It means a lot just to be able to post here and vent, regardless of any responses.