I don't know how or why my therapy team continues to put up with me. My "therapist" who is really isn't anymore but was when I was on the ward is really a friend now who does so much more for me that not even the person who is supposed to be my best friend even comes close. She has done so much for me that I wouldn't even know where to start. She is awesome.
My Psychologist has yet to give up on me even though his superiors have suggested it to him, he is unwilling to do so. We have made some progress recently and I hope he realizes how much I need his support and even though he is sometimes pretty hardhitting with his questions or homework assignments I think he genuinely cares and wants what is best for me. He hasn't given up yet even with all the stupid things I've thrown at him.
My Psychiatrist is a saint I'm sure. She saw me today to give me my prescriptions that can't be called in but could just be left at the desk and I could pick up but no, she must come out and see me and then not sure that se likes my responses to her quiestions wants me to come back tomorrow and spend another 1-2 hours with her while she is working on research projects she can also talk to me for a couple of hours and sometimes even longer. If she doesn't hear from me for longer than she thinks should be than she will call me at home, or email me or text message me and expect a response immediately or the police could end up showing up looking for me.
I don't deserve anyone of them and yet they are all along with a few other Psychologists and Therapists that help them out when they need to, work with me and treat me like I'm a member of their family. I feel really bad for them. I've in part kept myself alive because I would devestate these people.

A GREAT BIG THANK YOU to the many people including PC'ers who care about my sorry life.