Well, folks, the saga goes like this:
'Bout a year ago things got out of hand, I took some pills, wound up in a mental hospital. Got out, underwent therapy for a year, was doing GREAT!!! Until Pdoc decides to change my meds. Brain goes crazy, Pdoc won't listen, changed Pdoc and am now on half the amount of medicine that seemed to be working so well before. I think maybe I need to up the dosage, but I'll talk to her about that later.

Lately, I've been feeling more and more depressed... today I was just so incredibly exhausted; it was that distinctive, bone-tired weariness that gets to you the way nothing but depression can. Haven't felt this down in a long while, and I don't really have anybody to talk to about it. Not seeing my new Pdoc for a while, and I can't open up to my friends or parents--I don't wanna burden/scare them! (but you guys are amazing, FYI...)

I think some of it's because I'm scared. I've been accepted to six colleges, and I'm waiting on quite a few more. My life is about to change IMMENSELY, and I never react well to that, so maybe this is just my brain shutting down. I've also been in a REALLY wonky place with my sexuality lately... UGH. But that's another story.

I'm in a safe place, but not a happy or productive one, and it just... hurts, kinda. I haaaaaatttteeeeeeeee ttttthiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssss....

sorry to rant, all, but I really needed to. Thanks for listening. *hugs*