I went to see a new psychiatrist yesterday. I failed miserably in my effort not to cry throughout the appointment. DAMMIT! Why can’t I ever control my tears??? I wish I could turn off the damn spigot! I am a baby. Anyways, the psych seems like a good guy. He actually takes THREE APPOINTMENTS to diagnose, so I have one down and two to go before I get his grand pronouncement on what the fuck my problem is. I swear to GOD I am so down on the depression and so sick of it and so sick of crying and so sick of struggling, I’m ready to request ECT!! I’ve never had it before but I’ve heard that zapping the fuck out of your brains can help when nothing else does. I will wait and see what he says. I personally think I have bipolar, ADD and depression. The Trifecta of mental illness, I know, I’m just fancy like that. I guess depression might be included in the bipolar diagnosis, but I hear/read of some bipolars who don’t deal with too much depression, so what the fuck do I know. Anyways this is a long ramble of a post so I thank you for coming along, at the end you get a cookie. Ok just kidding but if I could I would hand out cookies for reading this sucker. Well I guess I will go back to doing a whole lotta nothin’. Peace out homies. Or, as I like to say, “Peach out.” PEACHES!