Thank you, that means a lot. It especially resonated with me that he can't be the one to fix me. Although he's dealt with my episodes for years now, I often still feel as though he tries, and that's what gets him frustrated. Whenever I withdraw into myself, he asks me what's wrong, and unfortunately, for a person with severe anxiety...I don't always know what's wrong. He doesn't seem to understand that I could be upset by absolutely nothing, if it's a bad enough day. Asking what happened is just likely to make it worse. I've spent most of my life feeling like or either blatantly being told that I am a mistake and my choices are wrong, so even though he often tells me that normal is boring and overrated, I find myself trying to fit in every way possible in order to make everyone else happy, while simultaneously destroying myself. I guess I keep just thinking that everyone talks about how life will get better, no matter how many years it takes, and I'm like...my run so far hasn't been that great. Am I really prepared for that many more years of misery?