Hello Everyone.

Sorry if anyone was offended by my comments that I put in my last post. I guess I just let someone get to me who I should have just ignored them. Sometimes I wish I could be more mature, or more patient than I am, but it felt good to finally get some things out of my system.

Recovery is going, well...I'm trying to get my head straight. It's hard. Harder than anything else I've ever done. I'm going to see my therapist tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. At first, I thought going to a therapist would be kind of like giving up, you know? Saying "My problems are so bad that I can't handle them alone, and therefore, I am a weak person". And maybe that's true, but I think I'm learning that there's nothing wrong with being weak sometimes. Wow, that sounds so cheesey, like a hallmark card or something.

What else? Let's see, I'm reading a book, called "Prozac Nation". It's about a girl (I think it's a true story) who suffers from extreme depression, and it's pretty good so far. I'm not to far into it, but I thought reading something like this might help me feel better about what I'm going through. You know, sort of like I'm not alone in all this, or somthing. I know, it sounds kind of silly. But being as sick as I am can be a very lonely thing.

I haven't started looking for a job. My mom has been kind enough to say I should take some time off from working, to relax and destress, and she said she'd take care of my bills, and rent and stuff. That's really nice of her. I think she's afraid that I'm going to end up like Dad. Not likely though. Especially since I'm getting help now. But you can't blame her for being afraid.

Anyway, enough feeling sorry for myself for one day. I hope you're all doing well, and it's good to hear from you guys again. I missed blogging while I was away. :)