I saw my therapist this afternoon. I cried the entire time as though I am at the end of my rope. I am at the end of my rope. She asked if I am safe and if I need to go the hospital numerous times. When I assured her I was safe she asked how she could be sure. "I just am" wasn't acceptable. SOMEONE she insisted MUST be responsible for my meds. She encouraged me to leave the house at least once a day. I just don't know what to do with myself...having such a hard time. I don't believe there is a better in sight. I need hugs. I need words. I need someone to rip apart this veil and give me light. I need truth.