T last night didn't go well. It's not so much that it went badly, it just didn't go well. I kept trying to talk about how depressed I was and sui I had been, and she kept trying to tell me I need to do something creative, or something I enjoy and mentioned stuff like baking (no I do not enjoy baking). I get where she was going with that, like to try to bring some joy to my life, but when you are so far down the hole, you need something besides baking to make you be able to climb out of the hole. I found the whole appointment rather disappointing. I didn't get any real help for my depressive symptoms, or for the sui thoughts.