We need to stop the stigma. I can’t help my racing thoughts or that I want to slit my wrists. The only thing stopping me is my children and my job. I’ve not had this much despair in months I of course hate it. But really who likes it? Duh! Kinda stupid to say but just thinking out loud. I’m making myself clean house when all I want to do is lay in bed. I need a shower too. Why do I let one conversation set me into this depression. I wish I could talk to my therapist but it’s not that kind of therapy. He’s not at my beck and call. I should have stuck with dbt. I’m such a loser I quit everything good for me.