I seriously considered keeping my babies home from school today. I just wanted to cuddle all day and be wanted. Because I don't feel wanted. That is completely unrealistic of course. I haven't showered in a couple of days. My therapist praised me. She said she was proud of me for getting out of bed and going to see her. That is an ackomplishment, she said. It doesn't feel like an ackomplishment, especially since I look forward to little in my week except seeing her. Every time a session ends, I want to cry. I have energy but I feel so down I don't know how to channel it into something constructive. Anyone else feel frustrated that we must suffer, frustrated that we have to continue with life when it feels like we desperately need to die? I do.