So much for one med. We added Abilify again. I'm not so well. Biting my hand now...wish I could bite holes. Sounds strange I know, but I don't know what to do with the sadness and the overwhelming frustration that I could possibly be here again. Went to a support group this evening. It was nice but I felt like I over shared. I may not go back for this reason. I haven't decided. It is a therapist led group and feels like a helpful, kind group of folks. I just feel like an idiot as the group is "overcoming adversity" and not about mental illness. They probably think I'm the crazy, psychotic red headed girl in the room. Oh well, can't do anything about it now. I feel so much emotion that it is emanating from me. I feel like people can see my weakness and I want to hide in the corner and die. My hands were shaking in the group and I felt a certain exhilaration from the anxiety. I was eager to share. They don't understand, but I do. And, I can hear myself talk. I didn't talk much, but I shared intimately. Anyway...venting.