I guess I've been alright. The Paxil is helping with my anxiety and obsessive thoughts, but I feel like my depression is getting worse. But that doesn't mean it's the pills...my life has been complete shit lately. I've been cutting, burning, and binging more frequently than usual and I'm getting to the point where I don't care what I do to myself physically anymore. Physical pain isn't a problem anymore; I hardly feel it anyway.

I absolutely love my therapist. I'm so happy she was assigned to me. I basically emptied myself out to her during our last session and she was so helpful. I can't believe I was afraid to do it sooner. She even told me she's pro-weed and that she'd help me get a medicinal marijuana card as soon as I have the money. I can't tell you how grateful I am to have a therapist that believes in the healing powers of cannabis as well. She also taught me a bunch of really helpful breathing exercises and gave me lists of distractions to practice. I guess we're going to start working on a timeline within the next few weeks to document big things that have happened in my life. I'm kind of excited because I think it might help me understand why I am the way I am.