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It has been an interesting week. I didn't reread the last post so I don't remember what all I put. I guess it doesn't really matter. I have been having a hard time at work. I was crying at work, wanting to die, it was just not good. They would dick around with how many hours I was doing and even then they wanted me to do a lot of stuff in the amount of hours they were willing to pay me for, which I couldn't seem to do AND do well. It was just really hard, and so I had to quit. I went to the clinic a couple of days ago to get an inhaler and to see what I could do about the depression. They gave me an assessment thing and it was reallty high so I was on some priority for antidepressants. I am not on 20MG of the generic Celexa, which is what I was taking when I was in Job Corps. I don't know if it will work at all, but I have an appointment for a month so we will see. I wouldn't be able to take them if it wasn't all free for me. I hope to get an appointment for the Behavioral Health so I can start going to therapy. I really hope this helps me. I let it get so bad because I couldn't afford it and then because I was afraid, but the practicioner said pretty much the same thing I have seen on Tumblr, which was 'it is like someone who has cancer. You wouldn't hate someone who was taking medication for cancer' or something along those lines. I think I just didn't want my family to know but I spoke to my dad that day. It was nice to see that there was someone in my corner. He knows about it, so I guess there isn't much shame there now.