Tonight was the first night that I have seen my father since before Christmas. He met me at Elway's a pasha restaurant here in Denver. We ate and talked for about two hours. Sometimes I miss him around. Other times I think that he was a major source of depression in my life. There was never an end to that period of depression. He is in Denver to meet my Uncle Tim, because my uncle wanted to buy his half of my parent's building in Chicago. Of corse this leaves my mother in anger in front of me.Tomorrow I go to see my psychiatrist Dr. Davis. I am going to ask her again to up my dosage of the Klonopin. I don't know what it could hurt. I am so anxious and depressed. I have these thoughts of suicide frequently and I don't know what to do.I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow, wont we. I am sorry but I am really tired and I have to go to the doctor's tomorrow. Night