I suppose that I've gotten myself worked up to the point where I hate my therapist. I almost sent him a text last night saying, "I'm done with you, therapy, meds, and my life." It sounded too dramatic and I thought why even bother to tell him anything? I'm supposed to contact him if I'm suicidal or if I decide not to take my meds. Why would I contact him? If that's what I want to do, what is the point in contacting him? So I didn't call or text him but I talked myself into a compromise. I took my Lithium last night and I am taking my meds today, so far.

Right now I am feeling better but the night is still to come...

I also have a great amount of guilt for these feelings because he has just spent the last few weeks discharging patients. He had planned to take some time off but has apparently decided to keep 5 patients. I'm one of the 5.