God, that sucks. What really sucks, for me, is that I feel and behave much the same.

Except that I take showers. And I can escape, usually.

I had my appointment with my new shrink/therapist on Monday and we hit it off. I’ll see her once a week now. You should approach your new-shrink-meeting with, um, a sense of adventure?

I recently lost my few remaining friends. My phone seldom rings. I have a feeling as if I’m toying with depression. If I can’t sustain my manic psychosis depression is sure to take hold.

I only leave my apartment for doctor appointments, as well.

Empathy. That’s all that I can offer. I’m sorry for both of us.