8.24.99

It's been awhile since I wrote, mostly because I had nothing to say. Nothing really changed for me, but D-Day is getting close. I had another talk with my therapist and told him I was worried. He sort of calmed me down. As he pointed out, I'm only going to talk to him. No one is forcing my hand into anything.

Another problem came up though. I told my mom I went to see the shrink and she got REALLY upset. She still thinks I'm fine and that the shrinks (and psychs) are putting ideas into my head. Can't believe she still hasn't got it. But on the other side, she doesn't have a clue about most of the stuff I was/am going through. I can't seem to talk to her. She keeps thinking I'm exaggerating. She believes that the shrinks are wrong and that they are responsible for all the trouble I was in because they are the ones who put those things into my head.

If I decide to go on meds again, I'll have strong opposition at home.

My mom and dad really dislike me going to a therapist (since "I'm fine I don't need one, and since he still wants me to be supervised that means he's after my money"). I guess I'll cross that bridge once (if !!!) I'm there.

It is better to be hated for what you are, than loved for what you are not.
~ Andre Gide ~

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