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After staying up all night watching the first season of Eli Stone pretty much staring George Michael, it may finally be time for bed. I can hear a storm outside which usually means a fairly dream filled sleep. I swear if George shows up in my dreams... it will probably be better than the ones I usually have.

Well I had my first therapy session ever. It really wasn't as bad as I thought and talking was surprisingly easy for a change. Ended up telling my life story the whole hour. I seem to be feeling oddly... optimistic about it. That is definitely new.

Well the antidepressants seem to be having minor side effects and causing strange dreams. Well the dreams may have been caused by the bag of hershey's cookies and cream drops I had, but that is beside the point.

On a side note, I am in a room full of friends and feel completely alone. I am hoping this new medication actually does something minus annoy me. Then again there is always the doctor recommended therapy.

Why is it that every time you see a different doctor they always want to run more tests and try to draw blood.