the chronicles of crazy (part 2) -- a week with no therapy.

it's been a while since i've written anything about my awesomely bad mental health. let's see, things haven't really changed much, to be honest. this semester generally (especially after my one meeting with the therapist) have been better, but since the thursday before last, nothing drastic has changed.

this past thursday, my therapist had to be out of town, so no therapy. instead, i was given forms and questionnaires to fill out. i pretty much hate these sort of things, because questions are asked in a very "black or white" way, that obviously need explanation, or the correct answer is "well, sometimes, but not too much." instead, i have to pick "true" or "false." for some, my answer was "true/false" and if she asks, i'll explain.

i also got a different survey thingy that had some less than desirable results. there's a list of questions like "have you felt ___ lately?" "have you struggled with ___ lately?" and you answer yes or no. if you have (i think) 15-17 "yes" answers you may suffer from mild depression. if you have over 18, you may suffer from severe depression.

i answered "yes" to 23 questions. we'll see how that pans out. bleh.

on a different note, recently a friend of mine and i got together, just to find out that we both were dealing with the same sorts of issues. this friend isn't the only person that has said to me something to the effect of "yeah, i go to therapy too" or "i'm actually on zoloft" or "i dealt with that a few years ago, i'm glad you're going to get help, it really helped me." it really is interesting how i, for a whole semester, felt like i couldn't be real with myself about how i feel, while others did the same thing, just to find out that neither of us was alone. i'm already finding a lot of solace in the people around me, so here's hoping i can offer some support to those who need it also.