Well, it happened, I hit bottom, and last night was addmited into the ER. What happened? Very serious, very dark thoughts. Luckily I checked in and not out. Thus, now I will be seeing a military shrink, and I will be telling her the truth, because she seems to honestly want to help me.
I know I keep going back and forth, but this doctor seems to have options that I didn't have before. Maybe I can even get to the end of two years with her help. But I feel maybe someone in the military knew about me, someone who can actually help me at least.
My feelings last night were the worst I have ever had, all my life I have delt with depression, and last night I felt as if I had NOTHING to go for, that even being a girl was out of reach. I knew I had to get help, so I told my team leader, who got me addmited. The doctor who saw me was kind and took my claim seriously, and didn't put into any permenent file.
I write this now with a perhaps unbalenced mind, but one with hope at least. After talking things through with people, I feel, well, not quite so alone. Which is good, since my parents have disowned me, through words if not specific action. If anything, I feel that all of you on this fourm are more family to me now then the ones that I lived with for 18 years.
Anyway, as my friends I felt you all deserved to know what I am going through. Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything stupid now, I made a promise, and I always keep them.