It is nice to see you back

I have been having a really bad month. When I get depressed I get really morbid, and always assume worst-case scenario.

They have drugs to help with that, you know.

My mother thinks those drugs are the devil.

You're in graduate school, but your mother still has veto power over your finances and your health? Jesus.

I'm not in grad school, I'm barely older than you are. My mother is a bipolar paranoid control freak. My father is better, but is never home. I am not permitted a dorm, access to my bank account, and must present written details of where I want to go 48 hours in advance of whenever I go out. I grew up with a surveillance camera above me, literally. She has my email password, for the email account I no longer use. And she treats my sister worse. Ever wonder why I spend so much time here?

I missed the part where it's any of her business what health care decisions you make for yourself. Why not just head down to university health services and get a workup with the psychiatrist and GP so you can take care of your own damn self? Doesn't your university require you to have their insurance? If so, she'll never know a thing about it. If not, you still need to take care of number 1 cuz they ain't doing it.

My university does not require me to be on their insurance. It never ceases to amuse me that they give me a pistol for Christmas, but will not let me go down to the corner store to buy a pepsi. I have 13 more months until I graduate, and they leave me home alone during the summer. But yeah, until I got creative with course scheduling, I was spending 8 hours a week at church.

For the sake of sanity, can we move further replies to my talk page please?