So this week I was feeling depressed about the way stuff in my life is going. I was not feeling suicidal but just depressed. So I called the mental crisis line and told them what was going on. They told me that maybe I should check into the hospital and I agreed.
I went and I talked to a man there whom I opened up to and told him allot. I've never told people allot about my personal life and this was some deep shit I laid on this poor guy. After talking for over an hour we came up With a plan.
I have a meeting next week with my family Dr to talk about my test results (that's another post) and my new theripist on Friday. We agreed that I should go home so I can make it to these appointments.
Over the last 2 says I have been feeling pretty good. I've gotten a hair cut.


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