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I'm getting tired again.

Last time this happened I slipped.
Oh, boy did I slip!
I slipped so far into the depths of depression that I'm still recovering 5 months later.

Luckily, this time I know the signs to watch for and I know that people wont just ship me off to the hospital. I know I will be listened to and the only way to get better is to talk about things. Even the scary things. Because things with me do get scary and they get scary quickly and the people I let close to me know that and they know what to do and I am blessed that I have this.

I'm blessed with my Support Boat.

I am finally starting to trust people. Mostly Dr. R but that's a good start.

I don't think Ive ever really said how amazing she truly is. Today we talked about deep stuff and when she didn't understand something I was able to get her on the right page. She was able to tell me that reading the book I am reading (or was) is a bad idea at this point in my life. I was able to listen and I now understand that she was right. But mostly we talked about the scary stuff that I have never been able to share with anyone. The deep dark thoughts that I sometimes have. And ya know what? She told me that I was fine. And when I told her she must not be hearing what I said because anyone who thinks about these things is certainly not fine she convinced me I was fine. I still felt comforted by the image I saw and we set rules around it, only because I was afraid. Things like "OK well you can picture that, but it cant do this or this or this. OK?" and I agreed.

I never thought therapists were allowed to tell you what to do but they are. I like this. I think everyone needs someone who they can go to and just tell them that you have no idea what to do, every choice is a bad choice and that you need someone else to decide what to do because at this point, you just could not care anymore.

You know what I'm sick of? And I may step on some toes here but I don't care at this point.

Those winy little teenage girls who all hate their parents. All day its " I HATE HER! SHE WOULDN'T LET MY GO TO THE MOVIES LAST NIGHT! I know it was 3 am when it started and its a school night and Jim my one true love...." And let me stop there because the part of me that Dr. R calls "Kathryn who's 17 and 3/4 going on 30" wants to chime in.

OK really? True love? COME ON PEOPLE!!! I mean I just had to listen to my brother throw a absolute hissy fit because his girlfriend of 2 (yes, 2) days has changed his life forever and now she broke up with him. And oh woe is him!! Now which one of my parents wants to go convince him to stop laying in the middle of the road and go inside because its 50 degrees outside and dark and no, suicide isn't an option.

UGH!
(thus ends the Kathryn who's 17 and 3/4 going on 30 portion of this entry)


Now add all of the stress from my school life to this horror show of a family life (side bar- I use to be CONVINCED that my life was a German comedy show because of how things got- then I learned to laugh like it was one) add in one heaping cup of anxiety 2 cups of panic attacks and one Tbsp of people changing the constants in my life and what do you get????

-The reason I started hysterically laughing today that brought me to tears from laughter that took me to a point where I was both sobbing and laughing at the same time in front of my mother figure who, for the life of her, couldn't figure out what I was doing. So she just stared.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.