Things are starting to look up. I went to Facades house overnight with my mother, and things weren't awful, though to a point I still felt a bit unwelcome, though it seemed to me later that that was my own paranoia this time. At the psychologists office on Thursday my mom and Facade painted everything to be hunky dory, but I got a chance to chat with the Dr. alone, and I basically poured it all out, or as much as I could pour out before the visit is over. He wants to talk to me alone again next week, so hopefully I have a better grip on things and be able to wrap it up better. I've also grabbed control of my mini-downward spiral, I have recommenced my job search, turned in 2 applications, ran some errands for my mom, and called my financial aid office to check on things. I've gone out with Sings with her Spirit, and me and her are hanging out again today. Depression DOES run in my family, but fortunately I know myself well enough to recognize it coming from a ways off, and it seems I can usually nip it in the bud before it takes too heavy of a toll on me. Right now I'm taking life a day at time, but I will not lose sight of my goals and where I want to go. More later, Sings with her Spirit is IMing me impatiently. We have fun to create.