At 12:38 AM I have officially printed out my paper. I have analyzed myself to death (literally, because the stages go from birth until death) in respect to Erikson's psychosocial stages.

Today I felt like hell. The depression and the Lithium side effects. I pushed myself through my internship and then this paper. I spoke to my T on the phone. He said, "If you need to, can you ask for an extension on the paper?"

I said, "NO." I intend to accomplish this regardless.

And I did.

Not bad, not bad.