Stupify

Welp. I'm screwed.

After seeing boh my therapist and my psychiatrist it's been decided that I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. I'll either do partial, the day program, or go inpatient. Psychiatrist found out about the whole pill debacle from a few weeks back and decided it was a subconcious suicide attempt. Bullshit.

Anyway, she called me in and recommended me for self-harm, depression, anxiety, and (denied) suicidal ideation.

I just wanna go back to bed.

On a more positive note, C5 is growing like a weed! He's started mimicking the sounds we all make, and he knows what we're saying. He's a bratty little shit though; he likes to wander over to the dog bowl and wait to be seen, and when we tell him to get his butt away from it he'll grin and shove dog food in his mouth. Brat. But he's cute. :)