I don't know what to say. I met with both my therapist and my psychiatrist this afternoon and that allowed me to open my mind up to some things. I made a jump up on my seroquel. I find that it is a good drug for depression and anxiety, though I find that it is an even better drug from sleeping and fatigue. Something that I find difficult to deal with is my mother and her money schemes. This time she is trying to give me a lump sum of money for the month and then I have to distribute it appropriately. But, then she will ask me for something like a bunch of groceries and then no expect to pay me back. I keep running into this and it is so aggravating. Other than my mom I am so alone. There is no one here for me. I feel worthless still. When is this sickness going to end? It never will. It's torture living in this life. I am so scared of what my future holds. What am I going to end up doing? I want to go to law school and become a corporate attorney, however I am going to be in college too long. I don't like the thought of graduating late. I suppose it gives me more time in Student Government and whatnot, but I want the future, I want to experience life and I am not doing that. I am stuck here in my moms house with my damn bipolar. I am so over it and I hope that this Porter Hospital Intensive Outpatient Procedure works to make me better.