Well, the OCD, if that’s what it was, is subsiding for a little bit, to be mixed with my returning depression. I have an appointment with my dad’s doctor tomorrow morning. This time I won’t miss it, but I don’t know what he’ll be able to do. I don’t think there’ll be much he can do, to be honest. I’m just sick of it. I wish I was still asleep. I’m tired of fighting. If it’s not one thing, it’s the other. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
If you sabotage yourself by thinking this way, there won’t be anything he can do. You would do best to keep a little faith and remember that you DO have people supporting you.
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