I'm nothing today. But. I'm so much more. I want nothing more than to be left alone. I want to sh. It's not me thats telling that. My car took a different route to work today and parked. If it wasn't for my child. If it wasn't for my baby. My T and (I) us talked about going back on meds. I fear this will shut everything down again. Like it always has. Then in another, say, 4ish years, it'll be back. I can now predict this cycle of hell. That is after all, what my diagnoses do. I've learned the coping strategies and been in counseling so its not unfamiliar. Perhaps thats why its more frustrating. It can all depend on "who" is out and "who" wants to to comply. My husband is not supportive. In fact, he tried fighting with me at 5:45am. That is how I started an already miserable day. I want to literally disappear because thats how I feel anyway.