I got dragged to a Halloween party by the boyfriend and some friends. I did not want to go since I knew it would have booze. I haven't had a drink since I was diagnosed and I've read terrible things about combining my meds with any sort of drink. So I stood angrily in a corner. Fun night.

My anxiety has snowballed after reading that there is a shortage of my anxiety medication and with me about to start a new job I do not need to be running out of the medication that makes me not want to hide under my bed for the rest of eternity.

I'm also mad that no matter how much I exercise the Zyprexa weight refuses to come off. I'm starting to get scared with the weight, high blood pressure, high pulse, and everything else that I might be getting close to having Metabolic Syndrome. I'm doing everything to lose the weight it just refuses to budge.

I'm grateful for my therapist; but I still don't trust him. Granted I don't trust anybody. I've had people too close before and it always ends up biting me. I like my nice brick wall, I feel safer that way.

Hugs to everyone