to all. Love to send hugs. Love to get hugs. Had two hard sessions ySd . One with my psychiatrist and one with my psychologist. I'm not complaining. I know how blessed I am to have so much help. I'm slipping a bit, very anxious and depressed. Got put on Seroquel* for a while to try to calm me down. Then talked about why I just can't tolerate "chatting". It terrifies me and I run as fast as I can to avoid it. Finally talked around to "hearing" my Dad telling me that; "I don't count. My feelings don't matter. Who told me that I or my feelings matter?" Oh, it hurts just as much right now as it did when I was little. I know now that my Dad was deeply disturbed and I don't blame him. He did the best that he could. But I don't know how to fix me now. Any suggestions?