So I’m doing all right. Finally, things seem to be doing all right.

I had a sort of spat with my therapist, whom I’m not going back to and probably won’t go back to in the future. It’s not that I don’t like her- that’s the problems. We’re friends.
Friends have spats. And when your friend happens to charge $100 an hour, that person is usually fired at the end of said spat.

Overall, what she said was right. I do need to get some meaning for my life. At the time, though, I was to busy being drowned in my own misery to notice.
Now, with the help of a little Rx happiness, I am, how you say, back on my feet.