so, we talk a few minutes, to the effect of i ran out of meds a week ago and i'm depressed because i don't have friends and i'm stressed... through my evasiveness. he ups the wellbutrin and gives me my scripts. then asks "any suicidal thoughts?" "eh..." (was he even listening for an answer?) "ok, i want to see you again in two months." "ok..." and we're done. why was i ever worried he'd commit me? sure, he should've, or at least asked more questions. but i never had anything to worry about with this guy.