Well, I'm still here. And I feel much better than I did yesterday. Two things seemed to get me out of my crisis. First, I have a dog with special needs. Nobody will ever take care of her as well as I do. So thinking of how she needs me stopped the crying. Next, I did something that seems so minor but I used to bring me joy. I went to a sushi restaurant, sat at the bar, and asked the chef to make me his favorite things. I don't know why that did the trick, but I left feeling not exactly happy, but certainly not sad.

Of course, typing out my ordeal to this forum helped a lot too.

I see my therapist on Monday. She doesn't believe in meds, but we'll see what her response is about this episode.