My care coordinator came today. She told me that what's real to me isn't real to other people. But that's not true; what's happening to me is real. I am being stalked and the police are out to get me. Yet no one believes me. I'm so alone in this world. What makes it worse is she's coming to visit me again on Tuesday and I think she said a member of the crisis team will be there. Please just shoot me now. I wish I had a gun so I could put myself out of my misery.