Friends persuaded me to get out of bed and join them for dessert. It was nice. I also bought some groceries. And I got to talking with someone for an hour or so.

Back in bed now, getting ready to sleep. The depression is there in the background, but not as painful. I was worried I'd slip up before my therapy appointment. So far so good. I haven't gone back to the ER nor done anything I'd regret (other than skipping class this morning).

But it's funny: yesterday I saw a few people from ER and a nurse from inpatient, and today I saw several people from psychiatry. I've been inpatient three times in two years. I'm hoping to get through this one without another admission.