~Slowly~Slipping~Away~

Am I losing my mind?

I really don't know.

I'm going to see my doctor soon.

Maybe he'll make me stay in the Algoma for a bit.

Maybe he'll brush it all off at nothing.

Or maybe he'll see there's something.

I really don't know.

But I know there's something wrong with me.

It's not depression.

It can't be.

I'm on antidepressants.

Clinical depression is impossible at this point.

Maybe I have BPD?

Or maybe I'm bipolar?

Maybe I have PTSD?

Who knows.

Maybe I'm just delusional.

Maybe I'm suffering from derealization.

Or maybe I've become manic.

I'm afraid to talk to someone.

But I have to.

Or I'm going to lose my family.

And my friends.

And most of all...

I'd lose Derrick.

And I can't lose Derrick right now.

I need him as much as ever.

So I'm getting help.

Even if that means I need to go away for a while.

Derrick already said he'd visit me.

And so did Tony.

I have great people standing beside me to help me get better.

And I will get better!

=]