I think I made a mistake in going to this mental health clinic in town. My appointment was yesterday, that was sooner than I was expecting, then had to take this exhaustive test/survey to give them info on what's going on. I get to the office and had to get weighed....great....and their scale was way off because there's no way a shirt and a pair of flimsy jeans weigh 10 pounds. That's Bolshevik. But I digress... Anyway my appointment was with the psychiatrist, the medical director of the clinic to be exact, straight to the top. They read over my test and the lady psychologist who interviewed me was real nice and comforting, then the doctor walked in and it all went to hell. He got way uptight about my previous suicide attempts and my current plans. I guess he was being as excited as he thought I should be. I don't see it as such a big deal, especially since I don't plan to go until next summer at least. I did agree to go on the medicine that I'd "tried" 10 years ago. I told them I was "unofficially" taking it because in reality I stole it from the pharmacy where I worked and "self-medicated" in the truest form. But it worked enough that I was able to ask the woman who would become my wife to go on our first real date. Now I've got therapy scheduled to start next month, but I see the psychiatrist again in two weeks to make sure I'm still alive. I tell you they are WAY uptight. I don't "struggle with suicide" because I'm on the same side. It's OK with being the last resort.