I didn't realize I was so incredibly depressed until my t did a symptoms check. She does one every session. My days are running together. I'm not taking my sleep medication like I should. I'm vaguely suicidal. I'm confused, teary, angry all at the same time. I am possibly having hallucinations/delusional and my anxiety is sky high. I don't know how to label my symptoms. They're just kinda there and I'm kinda just there. Taking up space. I want to escape. My family just called wanting to know what is going on. We can't get ahold of anyone. I can't afford my latest bad habit. I know it's a bad coping strategy. I'm not managing well. I'm almost sorry to say I'm too demotivated so I'm safe. I don't want to be but I am. I don't know how to deal with this. T wants me to set meal times because I don't know wether I ate or not based on the day. I wish I had words.

1 week before we move either to his or my parents temporary or to the new apartment.