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Life is odd. I'm starting therapy again next week, and need it desperately. I am afraid to be happy. Everytime I've been happy someone, or something comes along to take it away, or my ptsd kicks in and I don't know what year it is because the oppression never stoped. At times I say f*ck em, but the winter this year has been wet, and cold. Isolating makes me miserable. I think I need an antidepressant, but the Drs keeps trying moodstabalizers. Its always a fight to get what you need verses what people want to give you based on someone elses body. Sometimes I feel guilty for being happy. Like someone as low as me should be misreble. I think someone did a job on my mind, and I can't seem to undo it. Maybe once the spring hits it'll be better.......