Well, I feel like I should be writing something right now, but I am not really sure what to say. I guess I will start with what has happened the past couple days. So, I talked to the psychologist like last Friday because I still had an appointment with him. I would have cancelled because I didn’t really see a point but I don’t really mind him so I went. I told him that I had stopped the antidepressants and pretty much told him that I was just waiting for whatever happened. He asked what I meant and I told him that I could either continue as is, or I could die. That obviously concerned him though he didn’t really show it. Anyways, I guess after I left he called the therapist I was seeing. Oh, I did mention to him that I felt like the counseling center had washed their hands of me etc. So then that night the therapist e-mailed me and said that she had talked to the psychologist and wanted to see me. Again, didn’t really see the point, but I still had that part of me that was desperately fighting for help so I went. So yesterday I went in and met with her and she basically just explained what had happened and said that she didn’t realize that there was no way I would ever take her recommendation because it was at a hospital.