Saw my psychiatrist. We're going to up the dose and if I don't feel safe, there's the hospital.

It was kind of embarrassing, but I asked my friend to help me reheat my food. I don't have an appetite and I've lost quite a bit of weight (my psychiatrist is convinced I have an eating disorder). I have food, I just can't be bothered. Today I had a banana and a cupcake. Now I had some rice. My stomach is grumbling, but I finished the bowl and can't be bothered to get more food from the fridge. At least I'm not as woozy and out of it anymore.

I'm foreseeing another admission. I quite doubt I'll change meds, but... it's breathing space I guess.