I don’t know what’s wrong with me

My Mikey, I love you

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I don’t know if I’m depressed or manic. I don’t know if I’m coming or going. I don’t know if I WANT to go, even. The last few days, things have been heading downhill again. I feel as if I hate my life – sometimes, my spouse, too – and I know I FUCKING HATE MYSELF!!!!!

I have an appointment with MHMR tomorrow – the local mental health place. Mikey wants to go along. I don’t know if I want him to. I already have such a low opinion of myself….if I hear him telling the doctor how awful it is to live with me, I’ll probably start crying, then go psychotic, and get locked up.

Kill me, please,

Jack