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I went to the doctor today. He got me an appointment with a psychiatrist 10 minuets later.
So I went to the psychiatrist and I am officially on meds. I don't know what they're called because apparently my mom has to keep them. I'm not trusted around pills. Figures. I also have counseling once a week. The psychiatrist gave me homework. She told me to take 15 minutes out of my day every day to do something I like to do. Something for me. Something that makes me feel good. Uhh.. chainsmoke for 15 minutes? Sure,
My mom is pissed off because she can't say no to me or else she's afraid of what I'm going to do. Therefore, I am going camping with Michelle and her friends tonight and coming back Sunday afternoon. (OR as she calls it, "Smoking cigarettes and drinking to get away from life." Damn straight.) Therefore, I am going to California with Michelle over Thanksgiving break. Therefore, I get to do things when I am "suffering from depression", but I don't get to when I am enjoying life? So if I keep getting to do fun stuff and I get happy again, do I not get to do stuff anymore and then I become sad again? And then I get to do whatever I want again? Man, and I'm supposed to be the crazy one?
Ryan asked me to go see a movie tonight. Do you know when was the last time someone other than Michelle or Jenn actually asked me to do something? Other than Jeremy trying to mooch a ride from me, and other than people going "Hey, do you know of anything going on tonight?" I would have to say FOREVER ago. That made me happy.
So I went to the psychiatrist and I am officially on meds. I don't know what they're called because apparently my mom has to keep them. I'm not trusted around pills. Figures. I also have counseling once a week. The psychiatrist gave me homework. She told me to take 15 minutes out of my day every day to do something I like to do. Something for me. Something that makes me feel good. Uhh.. chainsmoke for 15 minutes? Sure,
My mom is pissed off because she can't say no to me or else she's afraid of what I'm going to do. Therefore, I am going camping with Michelle and her friends tonight and coming back Sunday afternoon. (OR as she calls it, "Smoking cigarettes and drinking to get away from life." Damn straight.) Therefore, I am going to California with Michelle over Thanksgiving break. Therefore, I get to do things when I am "suffering from depression", but I don't get to when I am enjoying life? So if I keep getting to do fun stuff and I get happy again, do I not get to do stuff anymore and then I become sad again? And then I get to do whatever I want again? Man, and I'm supposed to be the crazy one?
Ryan asked me to go see a movie tonight. Do you know when was the last time someone other than Michelle or Jenn actually asked me to do something? Other than Jeremy trying to mooch a ride from me, and other than people going "Hey, do you know of anything going on tonight?" I would have to say FOREVER ago. That made me happy.