In 2 weeks I'll be in an airbnb that's 7 min drive from my 1st psychiatrists office. So I looked at it on google maps. Ugg I can't describe this feeling. Maybe melancholy and much more. That was during my suicide years. I have memories of pacing on this path outside her office in such insane pain and a spot I sat down on during my lowest most depressed times ever. This deep feeling it gives me, it's like I can cut it with a knife.

I want to go their so bad. But not sure if it's a bad idea. The memories with my psychiatrist and the zillion and one questions she would ask me and prescribing me with different meds.

Anyway lol