My days have been filled with very little recently, but yesterday I at least had some activity. I slept the entire morning then went to D's for therapy. D was an hour late. He called me when he was about fifty minutes late to tell me that he had a migraine the night before, took a Tylenol PM and overslept. During the session we talked about how I was angry at my mom for her eating all sugar- and fat-free foods, directly disobeying my family therapist at the hospital I was at in March/April. After the session I came home and did nothing until 5:30 when I went over to S's house for swimming, dinner, and a movie. I had a pretty good time with him.
Today was a tough day. And I'm really not sure why.
The day started out with me waking up, eating breakfast, and falling back asleep until lunch. (The fatigue has continued.) After lunch I went to group, and after group I came home to watch Titanic on TV. I had dinner with myself, and now I'm here.
I've been feeling depressed and suicidal today. One of the boys in my group just got back from a trip to San Francisco and all I could think about was throwing myself off the Golden Gate Bridge. I have no idea why my thoughts went there but they've been there all day, so much so that I can barely focus enough to write this post. Maybe once I get some composure I will be able to write more.