Thanks, man. I had a rather heated argument with my brother the other day because he believes the thoughts I’m espousing make me sound suicidal. I told him I’m not (which I’m not), but he’s still concerned. My family is too. I slept for like 14 hours last night, lying “yeah, I’m fine” when asked “Are you OK?” You’re right that the medicine would have to work in tandem with some psychological help. That’s hard to get this time of year. I am fighting, but man, it’s scary to not be able to control your own thoughts. I’m fucking scared, man. This is starting to interfere with my life.